Chapter 139: Are You Pregnant?

Tara’s POV

Victor was in his office when I found him, as I often do, and as he often was.

There were boxes upon boxes littered around the place, some with pictures and maps, others with worn and brown documents. It smelled like old paper and ink in the room and I could barely get through to where he sat at his desk without maneuvering my body in some strange way.

“It looks like a bomb fell in here,” I joked as I approached him.

His eyes shot up to look at me as though he were shocked that I was even here.

“I brought you some tea,” I said as I walked toward him.

The tray in my hand shook slightly as I stumbled, still not properly at the full level of my strength. Sometimes the weakness would come and go—other times, it felt more as though I were dragging a boulder behind me as I walked and the entire world seemed to operate in slow motion.