“I’m done hiding her in that apartment downtown.

I want this finished.”

Larissa.

His firm’s lead interior design consultant.

The woman who had sat at my own table last Christmas and smiled at me across the ham.

The woman who, at a corporate gala only a month ago, had laid her manicured hand on my swollen belly, tilted her head, and said, sweetly, You must be so excited to finally become a mother.

Five months pregnant.