Chapter 28

Sienna

The next morning starts with me standing in front of my closet in a bra and underwear, trying to remember what it felt like to get dressed without negotiating with my own body first.

The maternity jeans dig if I button them too high. One pair of leggings squeezes my stomach, the other slides down under it like they decided enough is enough and just quit. My back already aches, and I haven't