I watched Rebecca prance off with a lightness that felt almost out of place, then turned my attention back to Molly, letting my face settle into a blank, unreadable look. "She's pregnant?"
Molly nodded, a soft smile forming. "Two weeks! It would seem like Ms. Moore has finally found someone to live out the rest of her life with."
I gave a distracted nod, but my thoughts had already drifted. Rebecca's earlier words echoed in my mind, sticking like a quiet warning—our children might end up having to call each other siblings.
The thought lingered longer than it should.
We got into the car, and I leaned back against the seat, staring out the window as the city moved past in muted blur. A quiet tension sat in my chest, subtle but constant, like an instinct I couldn't fully explain.
After a while, I turned to Molly. "Molly, have you known Ms. Larson for a very long time?"
