*Olivia*
Three months had passed since summer came and went, and my first year in Florence had also come to an end. It was hard to believe how much had transpired in just a single year, especially considering how different things were now. I found myself married to a wonderful man whom I loved dearly, and we were expecting an adorable baby.
I should have been overjoyed.
If only my baby wasn't growing inside another woman's womb.
My reservations about Elena continued to escalate as the months went by. Her stomach began to swell, and she quickly started complaining about various symptoms. I had to set aside my suspicions for the time being because her struggle with morning sickness had left her in need of help more than ever. I spent many days kneeling in the bathroom with her, holding her hair back as she vomited into the bowl. Though it was unpleasant, I was determined to be there for her.
