Am I Interrupting Something?

Chapter 111: Am I Interrupting Something?

The smell of *carne asada* and roasted peppers clung to the brown paper bag in my hand, the grease staining through no matter how tightly I held it. Mexican food—my favorite cuisine. Comfort. Warmth. Something to disguise the heaviness in my chest after leaving the gynaecologist’s office. Her words still beat against my skull like a gavel: *hard to concei