The building emptied its last wave of people into the busy city streets, and their laughter began spilling into the cool air before scattering like sparks. Abigail stepped out with Adam beside her and her bag pressed tightly against her chest. The day had left her drained. Every muscle in her body was aching, though the heaviness she carried went beyond fatigue. It sat in her bones reminding her of the life growing inside her.
She adjusted the strap of her bag as her fingers brushed unconsciously against the small swell at her middle.
“You survived the day,” Adam said with a grin, adjusting the strap of his own bag. “That’s more than I can say for myself. I think I aged years in that last meeting.”
Abigail chuckled, shaking her head. “You always exaggerate. You looked perfectly fine sit
