Chapter Thirty-One
Susannah
My mother stared at me, her eyes wide. I’d inherited her eyes—sky blue and almost translucent. I also had her hair. I’d hated my hair color when I was younger. It was just strawberry enough I’d gotten tagged with the occasional nickname Red. Even now as an adult, I didn’t quite understand who came up with the term strawberry blonde.
But my hair color wasn’t really the point right now. I’d done the impossible. I’d shocked my mother.
“You’re pregnant?” she asked.
“Uh huh. I know it’s a surprise. I was surprised too.”
We were in the kitchen at my parents’ house. Their house was on a bluff overlooking a field with the mountains in the distance. I supposed you could say ‘with the mountains in the distance’ to describe almost any location in Alaska. Yet, despite
