Noémie gazed at the bathroom mirror, watching herself. Her palm gently curled around the small bump on her tummy, which had started to make its presence known.
Her cheeks warmed at the realization that this was really happening, tears of wonder and natural affection wobbling in her beautiful brown eyes.
She perfectly remembered the day the doctor broke the news to her—the apprehension, the overwhelming uncertainty.
It was as if her entire world had tilted on its axis, and nothing else made sense. She was living the life of a nobody in a country she had never been to before.
How was she supposed to raise a child on her own? Where was she even supposed to start? And then Vincent had popped up out of nowhere, dragging her back to face the demons she thought she had left behind.
Yet, the
