Kate's POV:
I stood by the window in my living room, cradling a mug of tea that had long gone cold. The golden afternoon light streamed through the sheer curtains, painting delicate patterns on the wooden floor, but its warmth did little to ease the unease settling in my chest.
Joanne's visit lingered in my mind like a stubborn shadow. The unexpected knock on my door had brought her into my space, all smiles and cheer, carrying a notebook and an unusual urgency.
"I've been thinking," she'd said, making herself comfortable on my couch as if she owned the place. "With everything Ella's been going through, don't you think it's time we plan her baby shower? It could be just what she needs to lift her spirits."
I had hesitated, unsure how to respond. A baby shower wasn't a bad idea—Ella deserved to be celebrated—but something about Joanne's eagerness unsettled me.