Sitting at the bar with Lila, I swirled the ice in my mocktail, a poor substitute for the real deal but a necessary one given my current condition. Lila had ordered one too, raising her glass in a mock-toast to solidarity.
"I can't believe all of this is happening," I sighed, the tumult of emotions churning inside me. "Part of me is furious with Alex for just storming off like that."
Lila nodded, her green eyes full of understanding. "And the other part?"
I took a sip, the tangy sweetness of the mocktail doing little to soothe my frayed nerves. "Mad at myself. I should have told him about the baby sooner."
Lila reached across the bar, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze. "Hey, hindsight is 20/20, right? You did what you thought was best at the time."
I appreciated her attempt to lift
