Divorced With His Heir In My Belly
She looked so much like Caleb and Leena—the same youthful innocence forced to carry the crushing weight of adult tragedies.
I walked over and knelt down on the rug beside her, completely ignoring the dust that clung to my designer slacks. "Hi, Maya," I said, keeping my voice bright and gentle. "What are you reading with so much focus?"
She looked up, her wide, dark eyes blinking in surprise. "Fractions," she sighed, pointing a pencil at a page covered in confusing diagrams. "They're really hard. My teacher says I need to practice more, but my brain feels a little tired these days."