Aira didn’t go home immediately after.
Instead, she went to see Zara.
Zara had been her closest friend since university. The only person who knew her before marriage. Before expectations.
When Zara opened the door, she immediately frowned.
“You look like you’ve either seen a ghost or become one.”
Aira almost laughed.
“Can I come in?”
Ten minutes later, she was sitting on Zara’s couch with a glass of water in her hand.
“You’re pregnant?” Zara whispered.
Aira nodded.
“And he knows?”
“Now he does.”
Zara leaned back slowly.
“Okay. Pause. I need context. Because last week you were almost divorced.”
“We still are.”
“Are you?”
That question lingered.
Aira stared at the floor.
“I don’t know.”
For the first time, the story wasn’t about Lucien’s reaction.
It was about her.
“What
