Chapter 100: Touche

Marie I stared absently at the fried rice on my plate, pushing it around. A sudden loss of appetite was something else I’d started to deal with as my pregnancy progressed, but at that moment, my not eating had nothing to do with my stomach and everything to do with my thoughts. The discussion with Taylor had stuck, burning through the fabric of my mind like hot coal on silk. I couldn’t stop thinking about everything he’d said, especially the last part. A young boy was involved in all this mess, whether we liked it or not. And if Charles was as devious as I’d started to believe, we couldn’t put anything past him. I felt a slight pinch in my bladder and sighed as I moved the plate aside and got up. I’d already learned my lesson about waiting too long to pee while pregnant. After washing my hands, I stared at my reflection. “I look like a balloon,” I whispered, turning slightly to inspect my belly from the side. There were a few stretch marks on it. They had bothered me the first ti