He was right, of course. I had forgotten about most of those plans, caught up as I was in the strange domesticity of preparing for the baby and supporting Alexander’s campaign.
“You should still enjoy your life,” Liam continued. “Do what you’ve always wanted to do. Don’t just exist in the space Alexander makes for you.”
“It’s not like that. I’m not just… existing.”
Liam didn’t look convinced. “When was the last time you did something just for yourself? Something that had nothing to do with Alexander or the baby or the campaign?”
I opened my mouth to argue, but no examples came to mind. Every decision I’d made in the past few months had been filtered through the lens of what would be best for the pregnancy or what would help Alexander win the election.
“That doesn’t mean
