Chapter 26

Eden

By the time I get the first box open in the nursery, I already regret pretending I could do any part of this on my own.

Not because I can't open boxes. I'm pregnant, not decorative.

Because somewhere between bending twice, reaching once, and kneeling to cut through packing tape, my lower back starts throbbing like it's holding a grudge, and the left side of my stomach goes hard enough to make