Right, of course. The baby. God forbid there’s anything else to me but that.
… I have news. It’s about the induction…
I push Dr. Allan’s voice out of my mind. “I’m not feeling well right now, Matvey.”
It’s not a lie. Even if I wanted to eat, my stomach is utterly closed for business. If I took a single bite right now, I’d just throw it up on the spot.
“I’ll heat it up later,” I concede. “There. Happy?”
But Matvey doesn’t look happy. He doesn’t look happy in the slightest. And yet, there’s no trace of anger on his face. Instead, he seems… weary. Spent.
Which doesn’t make any sense. This is Matvey we’re talking about: he doesn’t give up. He doesn’t take no for an answer. He doesn’t lose, not to anyone.
So what am I looking at here? Is this for real? Was Matvey so convinced he’d get to
