The Unborn Truth

Cora

I looked over Miriam's shoulder at Gavin. He averted his gaze, scratching his nape. A scoff escaped my lips before I turned back to the old woman. “What makes you think so?”

“Different reasons. You spit at every opportunity you get. You feel your bump when you think no one is looking. I could go on and on.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because I wasn't certain. You’ve been drinking. You do