Lena's POV
The letter arrived on a Tuesday morning.
Jade brought it up with the rest of the correspondence, set it on the corner of my desk without comment, and left. It was handwritten, real ink on heavy cream paper, the kind of stationery that said I used to have money and I want you to remember that.
The handwriting I recognized immediately.
Margaret Norman.
I sat back in my chair and looked at the envelope for a moment. My hand rested on my stomach without thinking, the automatic gesture that had become second nature in the last few weeks, the bump solid and real beneath my palm.
Then I picked it up and opened it.
She wrote that she had lost everything.
The house was gone, sold to cover debts Aiden had accumulated before the collapse. Her social circle had evaporated the way so
