Macy’s hands were trembling slightly as she folded the shirts and placed them carefully into the shopping bag. The words Annette had thrown at her still echoed in her ears—sharp and bitter, caustic. Her stomach felt tight, and not just from the growing nausea she could feel caused by her pregnancy.
She was tired. Not just physically, but emotionally worn out. All she’d wanted was to do something kind for Graeme. Something normal. Something nice to show that she cared.
But even that had turned into a battlefield.
Carrying the bag at her side, she walked slowly toward the exit, hoping to disappear before anyone else could come after her. Macy felt mentally drained, the shopping spree taking more out of her than she had expected. She was looking forward to curling into bed for a long nap.
