CLARA'S POV",
I knew I was pregnant before the test confirmed it.
I knew the way you know things that your body decides to tell you before your mind has finished constructing reasons to doubt. I was six weeks past the night of my wedding when the knowledge arrived one morning in a wave of nausea that had nothing to do with the fractured ribs or the bruising or any of the legitimate physical injuries that were still mending themselves in the careful way that serious damage does.
I sat on the bathroom floor of my small apartment and breathed through it, and then I was still, and then I was breathing again.
I did the arithmetic with the helpless precision of someone who knows math is not going to make this simpler. One night. The first night of my marriage. The only night, because after t
