I was watering flowers on the balcony when Mia, seven months pregnant, showed up at my door to corner me.
The doorbell rang for ages. I figured it was a delivery, so I pulled the door open, only to freeze when I saw her standing there.
She was wearing a baggy maternity dress, her hair pulled back in a loose, messy knot at the nape of her neck. She had no makeup on, and fresh tears streaked down her cheeks. She was a far cry from the glowing, giddy woman I'd seen at her engagement banquet.
"Grace, I know I was wrong." Her voice was soft and trembling, thick with sobs. She reached out to grab my arm. "Give Victor back to me, won't you? I'm begging you. I can't live without him…"
I stayed planted in the doorway, staring her down, and didn't move an inch to let her in. "Mia, when you snuck
