She doesn’t know I’m there, watching her in the mirror。 She slides her hand under her blouse。 And then I see something impossible。 She isn’t pregnant…
She bursts into my life like a storm, and nothing is the same again。 She seems so perfect, with her lilting laugh and her beautiful face。 One by one, I watch as my friends fall under her spell。
Only I seem to suspect something。 Only I see that her smiles don’t reach her cold, furious eyes。 And when I’m accused of things I didn’t do, when my home is vandalized, I know she’s behind it。 But she only lets her mask slip when no one is looking, so if I say anything, I’ll look crazy。
So when the baby shower comes around I’m there, sitting on a velvet sofa in a posh hotel room, surrounded by balloons。 We share gifts, we pour small glasses of champagne, and she beams, her bump just visible under her bright red shirt。
But that afternoon, I finally learn the unbelievable truth。
There is no baby…