MY EX-BOYFRIEND WANTS ME BACK
I leaned back against the soft headboard, one hand resting on the curve of my belly. The penthouse buzzed with quiet energy downstairs… footsteps, the clink of glassware, the low murmur of voices as staff moved through the halls carrying flowers and string lights.
Preparations for tomorrow evening’s homecoming party were everywhere. Ribbons, fresh arrangements of white roses, and soft gold banners that read
“Welcome Home, Elma,” in an elegant script. I could hear Mia’s laughter echoing from somewhere near the living room, high and bright, the sound of her little feet running across the floors and videos playing loudly from the tablet Victoria had got her.