Millicent
The knock on our front door at 7 AM made me groan. I was exhausted from yesterday's confrontation with Abel, and my morning shift didn't start for another hour. Mom was still sleeping - she needed more rest these days - so I hauled myself out of bed, wrapping my robe around my growing belly.
I opened the door to find Abel standing on our porch, looking like he hadn't slept at all. His usually perfect appearance was slightly rumpled, and there were shadows under his eyes that matched mine.
"No," I said immediately and tried to close the door.
His hand caught it. "Millicent, please. Five minutes."
"You got your five minutes yesterday. Hell, you got an hour. What more could you possibly need?"
"To discuss arrangements for the child."
I laughed, but there was no humor in it. "
