Kamrynn's POV
A red-haired woman with a freckled face, her belly round with pregnancy, stands with her hands on her hips, her voice sharp and angry. “Why are you being so difficult, Rmonica? This is ridiculous!” she yells, her tone laced with frustration. “You’re being selfish and unfair, and I’m sick of it!”
It takes me a moment to realize that the pregnant woman must be Eloane—the very person Rmonica had spoken so highly of. The recognition hits me like a blow, and I glance at Rmonica, who looks distraught. Her usual calm demeanor is gone, replaced by a visible strain. Her eyes glisten with unshed tears as she tries to reason with Eloane.
“Eloane, please,” Rmonica’s voice wavers, thick with emotion. “I’m not trying to be difficult. You know I appreciate everything you’re doing for me
