Chapter 194: Kylie

There was some part of her – very small and very distant and oh-so-very quiet – that recognized that she was spiraling into some sort of depression. She'd never been one to be depressed before. There was just too much to do and see and experience and learn. She loved life.

She just didn't happen to love life right now. Or, more specifically, love the idea of giving birth to life.

At least, not at the moment. It just wasn't part of the plan. She'd always believed she'd become a mother...someday. She would marry a handsome guy and they'd have 2.5 kids and a house with a white picket fence and she'd be happy and fulfilled in her Unnamed Career doing Unnamed Things.

Just because she was 22 and hadn't figured out what that Unnamed Career was, let alone what those Unnamed Things would be, didn't mean she was a failure.

But the fact that she was pregnant, single, and homeless probably did.