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Isla’s Point of View
I cried.
Sobbed, actually. The kind that starts in your ribs and doesn’t ask permission.
“It was bound to happen, Isla. All women get at least a little teary for the first couple of weeks.”
“I’m scared.”
“What about?”
I lifted my head from Valentina’s chest and stared at her. She looked sad for me — not worried, not managing. Sad.