Chapter 302: Carla

Look. Are you just fiddling around with me or what?

~Westley in The Princess Bride

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Christmas Eve, 2020

Carla pulled the flowers out of the vase with a grumpy sigh and then started stabbing them back into place one at a time, trying to keep her mind on her work. Was it pregnancy hormones that were making it so hard for her to concentrate?

Sure. She'd blame it on that.

Except for the part where Christian was just...off. Weird. Not acting right.

He'd come over the night before and they'd looked at real estate listings together online – a hobby that was quickly developing into an obsession. She enjoyed looking at the listings and dreaming together with Christian about their life to come, but at the same time, it was heart-wrenching.

Everything was so expensive. Stupidly expensive. How were they ever going to afford these kinds of prices?