Amelie
The last person I expected to see in London was Maeve, but she stood on my doorstep, her fattening face bright with a smile. At first I wanted to ignore her and just stay inside, but after a minute of thinking I finally let her in. Chances were that Hassan sent her here, but I wanted to give her the benefit of doubt.
"Maeve, what are you doing here?" I asked in a cheery tone, one that concealed my thoughts extremely well. "I didn't know you were in Europe, when did you arrive?"
"Two days ago, I just came to visit and catch up on y'all." She replied with the same energy before settling down. She was already getting big, she should be in the third month of her pregnancy, and the effects were already becoming visible. The old me would have been jealous of her. But now, I was genuinely happy for her.
