❄ Camille ❄
I didn’t sleep.
Every time I closed my eyes, I heard Sebastian denying the baby and accusing me of trapping him. I saw the five tests on his coffee table. I saw myself walking out of his house with my throat burning and my hands shaking. By morning, I moved on autopilot. Shower. Teeth. Clothes. I stared at my stomach in the mirror like I expected it to look different.
It didn’t. I didn’t.
Sterling Routes sounded normal when I walked in. Phones ringing. Tina laughing. A printer jamming somewhere. It felt wrong that the world kept moving. I didn’t stop at my desk. I went straight to Margaret’s office, because I already knew what would be waiting. Jeffrey would have called to give her an update. But this wasn’t about anyone else. This was about me. And Margaret was still my
