(Millie POV)
I noticed the day after Vivienne's dinner. Sunday night bled into Monday morning and I bled through a tampon I shouldn't have needed to bleed through, and the not-bleeding told me things my body had been quietly trying to tell me for a week. I was late. I have been a woman for ten years. I have known the rhythm of my body since I was thirteen. I have never had a regular cycle the way Mom has had hers since Mom was fifteen. Twenty-eight days on the dot, predictable, the kind of cycle a woman brags about. Mine has been irregular since it started. Mine used to skip a week every few months when I was fifteen and kept me guessing until the cramps pulled through. I had never been alarmed by a late period because my late periods had not yet cost me anything. This late period was goi
