“Are you sure about this, Juliette?” her mom's voice came through her phone's speaker, soft and frail.
“Not really,” Jules sighed, her head bent over some documents. “But I’ve thought about it. And I think it’s time.”
Her mom sighed on the other end, too. “Thinking between last night and today is not enough, Jules. As wonderful as it sounds, having another child with another man could be a bad decision.”
Jules dropped her pen on the desk, her voice growing firm. “Ethan is not ‘another man,’ Mom. He’s my husband.”
"The same man whom you told me has been acting strange for some time now?” Her mom asked. "Or is it the same man whom you told me had killed someone?”
"Jules, are you listening to me?” Her mom's voice was filled with nothing but worry.
“I’m listening,” Jules muttered, picki
