Mara
I drove quickly, trying to make up for lost time. Traffic was heavier than expected, but I still arrived at the park fifteen minutes early.
I decided to take a walk—clear my head. That’s when I spotted the ice cream stand. I almost walked past it, then stopped.
Sorbet.
I usually hated it. Too icy. Too tart. But now? I wanted it. I was craving it. I ordered a couple of flavours—lemon, raspberry, mango—and smiled to myself. The pregnancy was already changing me. Maybe that was a good thing.
I walked to the mini-lake near the center of the park, letting the breeze settle me. Then I called Rowan.
“Meet me by the lake,” I said.
“Almost there,” he replied.
I found a spot on a bench with a clear view of the water and sat quietly, spooning sorbet into my mouth and letting my thoughts
