Aurora's POV
By the time I reached my eighth month, I had stopped pretending my pregnancy was normal.
My stomach was huge, but that was not the strangest part.
The little girl inside me moved like any normal baby.
The boy did not.
He moved so hard that sometimes I had to stop whatever I was doing and hold the wall until the pain passed.
There were nights when I woke up because something inside pushed so hard against my ribs that it knocked the air right out of my chest.
Sometimes, when I placed my hand over my stomach, I felt heat under my palm.
Not normal body heat.
It felt like a small fire was burning inside me.
I never told anyone.
Not even Martha.
Martha was the woman who lived in the room beside mine. She was in her late fifties, with gray hair, a loud laugh, and a heart
