TROUBLE FINDS ME
Morning breaks over Greece in a pale, winter glow.
Snow drifts from the sky in quiet spirals, dusting rooftops and streets until the whole world looks soft and frozen. It’s three weeks before Christmas, but the air feels far from festive.
I stand in my room, pulling a thick hoodie over my head and tightening the drawstrings. My boots thud softly against the floor as I slip into them. The cold has been brutal these past days, and even inside, my fingers feel numb.
Six weeks pregnant… and still no bump.
I lift my hoodie just enough to rub my lower stomach, trying to imagine the tiny life forming inside me.
Mia walks in without knocking, holding her mug of tea. “What are you doing?” she asks, squinting at me.
I drop the hoodie and look up. “Why is my baby bump not show
