First things first. I decide to change into something a little more appropriate, which has me recalling my conversation with Lacey about the clothes I currently own. I’m tempted to light a bonfire out back, but as appealing as that sounds, I decide to donate my garments to Goodwill instead.
Settling on jean shorts and a tank, I slip my dress over my head, leaving me in nothing but my strapless bra and underwear. My reflection stares at me from the glass balcony door. Running a hand over my flat stomach, I’m hit once again with the emptiness I felt earlier when I first laid eyes on Ellie.
I’m twenty-seven years old. When I was younger, did I envision myself getting married? Or having children? Pushing out my belly, I’m overcome with happiness when I interlock my hands over the swollen bum
