Chapter 119 — Are you even pregnant?

I’ve been sitting in this chair for at least ten minutes, staring at the screen that reproduces exactly what is happening in the next room. All the preparations are ready, but my stomach is squirming, and anxiety is bubbling through my veins. My throat is dry, but I don’t dare move a muscle.

Julian, next to me, notices my tension and pats my shoulder slowly as if to reassure me that he’s by my side and that I’m not alone.

Still, I feel like something horrible could happen at any moment.

“Do you really think Laura will come?” I ask, without taking my eyes off the screen that shows only Jackson sitting in an armchair, head down, looking at his hands. I can’t see his expression, but I confess I’d like to; since Julian returned to his apartment last night, he hasn’t said a word to me about his talk with Jackson.

Julian’s expression was serious, and he seemed lost in thought, so I just let the night pass in