Chapter 50

Eden

By New Year’s Eve, I’ve forgotten what it feels like to have my own body to myself.

That sounds dramatic, which is annoying because I hate sounding dramatic, but it’s true. One baby wants to eat every time I sit down, and the other seems to have a gift for waiting until I’ve changed clothes to spit up down the fresh shirt. My stomach still feels softer and stranger than I want it to. My incis