CHAPTER 46

Sophie

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The fluorescent light melded with a silent breeze, creating a serene environment. The office was empty; there was no Lucy to chew on her pen, no Timmy to aggressively punch his laptop keyboards, and, best of all, no Mrs. Moore's piercing gaze—just me and my laptop.

This was probably the hundredth time I had yawned. Fatigue had made a home out of my bones, muscles—every cell I was made of. For the past few days, my symptoms had vanished. It was as though I had no baby in me; unknown to me, it was gathering its force to strike harder.

After sipping my beverage, I placed it on the desk. Its soft thud gnawed at my ears. Although the environment was perfect, something still felt missing.

A shuffled footstep swallowed the silence. I didn’t need to take my eyes off the laptop to know it was Timmy.

“Good morning, Sophie.” He settled into the seat next to me, placing his bag and laptop on the desk.

“Good morning,” I greeted without taking my eyes off my laptop.

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