Elara stopped. She didn't turn around immediately. She stood with her back to Fiona, her shoulders tight under her cardigan. When she finally turned, her face wasn't angry—it was weary. It was the look of a mother who had watched her daughter disappear into a high-rise glass tower and was only now seeing her emerge, blinking, into the light.
"Someone what are you talking about Fiona .You are pregnant and you have someone already"?
Elara asked in disbelief..
She set the knife down on the cutting board with a deliberate click. She turned slowly, wiping her hands on her apron, her eyes narrowed as she studied her daughter's face. "Someone who wants to care for the child? Fiona, you've been separated from Marcus for how long? Five minutes? Then you get pregnant by someone now ..Who is this person?"
