Meanwhile, Joren pulled away instead of supporting me. He was more into “finding himself,” which meant spending hours at the gym and buying a fancy car.
I questioned everything about myself. I blamed my body for not getting pregnant. But I never imagined…
Anyway, last night, my best friend Veda talked me into getting out of the house to clear my mind and have some fun. Joren said he’d be at the gym late, so we went to a cozy jazz club downtown, where the music was chill and perfect for talking.
The club’s vibe was just what I needed. Veda had me laughing, feeling better, when she suddenly went quiet. Her eyes got wide, staring past me.
