Betty had never been the type to spiral for long.
By mid morning, she had already made a decision.
If she was going to do this… if she was going to carry this child into the world then she needed to start preparing. Slowly. Piece by piece.
Not because she expected anyone else to show up.
But because she would.
She stood in the middle of her room with a notebook in hand, chewing lightly on the end of her pen.
Crib.
Onesies.
Blankets.
Diapers.
She didn’t want to buy everything at once. That felt overwhelming. But at least bit by bit…. That felt manageable.
Veronica found her twenty minutes later sitting cros legged on the floor, surrounded by notes, baby lists and online tabs open on her laptop.
“What’s happening?” Veronica asked cautiously.
“We’re going to the mall.”
Veronica
