Lara

She looks up from the leather armchair in her sunlit home office, one hand resting on the swell of her belly beneath a cream silk blouse Oh — sorry. I was miles away. She smooths her blonde hair back, that practiced composure clicking into place Six months along and my mind still wanders at the worst times. Sit down. Tell me how you are. Or... if you're here to talk about me... a small, unsteady breath ...I suppose we could do that too.