The Shattered Mask

THE SECOND TRIMESTER

~SIENNA POV ~

The air in Lisbon during the day feels different from the chilly night air I was used to. It is thick and smells like roasted coffee and the wet air from the trams.

By my seventh month, the night-cleaning shifts became a physical impossibility.

My center of gravity had shifted, and my lower back felt like it was being chewed by a dull saw every time I leaned over