But she just tilted her head, looking around my room like she owned it. “You two didn’t pick any baby names yet, did you?” she asked, pretending to sound curious. “It’s funny… Dominic and I once came up with names for our future kids. Dom for a boy, Loralie for a girl. Cute, right?”
My hand trembled.
Those were the exact names Dominic said when we talked about our baby. The same ones. He’d even smiled when he said them, like he’d just thought of something special.
Now I realized he hadn’t.
Nothing was ever really ours. Not even our unborn child. Just another leftover from her.
My heart felt like it was splitting open. I couldn’t breathe.
Then suddenly, the bowl slipped from Loriana's hands and she gasped dramatically. “Oh no!” she pretended to panic when the hot liquid splashed across my arm and chest going down to my stomach. The pain shot through me so fast I screamed.
“Ahh!”
“Careful!” she said quickly, reaching for me with that fake worried face. “I didn’t mean to! I’m so clumsy—are you okay?”