“What situation?”
“Club business.”
“That is not an answer.”
“It’s the one you’re getting right now.”
She stood too fast, winced when her ankle protested, then got angrier at herself for it. I moved on instinct.
“Sit down.”
“Don’t order me.”
“Then stop hurting yourself to make a point.”
“I can do both.”
Cassidy snorted.
“She can.”
Mira lowered herself back into the chair and pointed at me.
“You don’t get to decide what I can handle.”
“I decide what reaches you when it affects this baby.”
Her face changed at that. Not softer. Not calmer. Just deeper.
“And there it is,” she said quietly. “You think pregnancy makes me less.”
“No.”
“You’re acting like it.”
“I’m acting like you matter.”
“I mattered before.”
That landed where it was meant to.
Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. Even
