Page 101 of Agony of Our Regret

“She’ll be fine,” Noah assured the two of them. “They’re going to and from the office.”

“We’re not even walking,” I grumbled. Three blocks was way too far in my condition. Their words, not mine.

I felt fine.

Mostly.

Nervous, anxious, and slightly insane, but fine.

Physically, I was great. No more bleeding. Lemon was moving as much as she could in the tight space.

Bedrest was working.

Unfortunately.

No. It was a good thing. I was just slowly losing my mind.

“I’m here!” Gwen burst through the door and zeroed in on my, ignoring the grumpy trio. “Let’s go, Momma!”

She helped me up and took my hand, leading me out of the apartment with a quick wave. “Have her back in a few!”

“Bye, love you!” I called, before she shut the door.

She laughed on the way to the elevator. “You looked like a caged cheetah.”

“I feel like one,” I admitted. “I’ve been counting down to this all week.”

“Since you got to go to the pharmacy last Sunday?” she teased.

“Exactly,” I sighed. “It was wonderful.”

Sky escorted me to pick up a prescription at the corner drug store and even bought me a king-sized chocolate bar.

“Girl, this baby better come soon,” she laughed as we stepped outside, and I sucked in a lungful of fresh air. It was bitter cold and burned my chest, but I didn’t care.

Her car was parked in front of the building in a loading zone. Unfortunately, the drive lasted less than five minutes before we were in the parking garage under the Society headquarters.

I ran my hands over the white marble in the elevator with a smile.

“Stop,” she laughed. “You’re being weird.”

“I’ve missed this place.”

She shook her head as the doors opened to our floor, “I’ll let you touch all the surfaces on the way back. I need to get those copies sent over immediately.”

I followed her out and down the hall to her office. Our big outing was for this one task. There were physical plans for a wing of the school that didn’t have digital copies, and the general contractor needed them, like yesterday.

“Oh hi, Beth.” Gwen waved as we turned the corner toward our offices.

Beth gave us a tight smile, looking me over. “I thought you were too frail to work.”

I grinned, hoping my annoyance showed. “Your concern is heartwarming.”

She ignored me and went back to the file cabinet she was searching.

“Is there anything I can help you find?” Gwen offered.

“No.” Beth didn’t bother with the pleasantries she forced during our meetings. Without Daniel or Bruce, or anyone else, around she let her animosity shine.

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