Divorced With His Heir In My Belly
I turned to find Skye standing in the archway, her posture relaxed, almost casual, yet she seemed to fill the room with an energy that made my skin crawl.
"I know you don't want us here, Sarah," Skye began, her voice soft but carry-weight. She stepped further into the room, her hands tucked into her pockets. "And trust me, I don't particularly want to be here either. This place... it feels like a museum of things that were never meant for me."
I crossed my arms, staring at her. "Then why stay? Why bring the trucks? Why the surveyors?"