“Oh. I’m feeling good,” I tell him. “Strong.”
He nods, but I’m not sure that’s the answer he was looking for. “I’ll see you tonight.”
He steps into an elevator. I duck back inside to join Mia and Mom. They’re tucking into breakfast with enthusiasm, but I can’t seem to muster up an appetite.
“What would you like, darling?” Mom asks. “We have everything. Eggs, bacon, bread, cereal.”
“I’m feeling a little queasy, actually.”
Mom’s smile falters and Mia looks at me sharply. “Morning sickness?”
In another life, my mom and Mia would have fawned over me. They’d be excited about morning sickness because it meant there would be a baby soon. They would have catered to my every need so incessantly that I would’ve had to beat them off of me like mosquitoes.
But the frosty distance in their eyes
