Victoria came out of the examination room slowly, like the undead. The world outside was still the same. The sun slipped shyly behind the clouds, and the trees swayed gently in the wind. But everything felt... wrong.
At the small bus stop in front of the clinic, she leaned against the wall and closed her eyes.
A trembling hand touched her belly. No bulge yet, no shape. But there—she says—is life. A little creature growing, unauthorized, without permission, amid a life in ruins.
Victoria wanted to laugh. Bitterly. It was funny how fate was laughing at her. Maybe God was playing a trick on her today.
In the memory of Evan. His infidelity, actual or not. His lies. She thought that maybe one day they would have a child. But not like this.
And Felix...
Victoria bit her lower lip. The nigh
