IRIS
“Doesn’t it bother you how history is trying to repeat itself?” Bella asked, wincing.
They were indulging in freshly roasted corn in a popular stall near Walford Heights Preschool while waiting for Morgan’s dismissal that Thursday afternoon. For the last thirty minutes, Iris was retelling what happened on Valentine’s Day, only for the woman to take the words off her mouth.
“You tell me.”
Sighing, Iris bit the empty corncob to vent her frustrations and concerns.
A week had passed after she made it official with Hunter, but she still hadn’t heard of whatever his plans were. Though she was confident of their feelings for each other, she could not deny the anxiety Cathy’s pregnancy was giving her.
The child was innocent—she meant it when she said those words.
But deep inside, she
