CHAPTER SEVENTY -FOUR
MELINDA
Looking back, the signs had been there.
I'd missed them because I'd had reasons for everything.
The dizziness I'd blamed on low blood sugar. I wasn't eating enough, the nausea made everything unappealing, of course I was dizzy sometimes.
The headaches I'd blamed on screen time; oo many hours staring at inventory spreadsheets.
The cramping I'd told myself was normal. The pregnancy app said it was normal and common in the first trimester, nothing to worry about.
I'd believed every explanation because I'd wanted to. I hadn't wanted anything to be wrong.
It was a Thursday, three weeks after Nina started, when my body stopped letting me explain things away.
The morning had been good. Better than good, actually. Kieran had brought me breakfast in bed, so
