Labor in Exile

18 HOURS

~SIENNA POV~

The lunch rush was a blur of clicking heels and the high-pitched whistle of the espresso machine.

I was balancing a tray of three pastéis de nata and two double shots of coffee, my lower back feeling like it was being squeezed by a vice.

Dario was heavy today, riding low, his weight making every step an exercise in gauzy willpower.

I was three weeks early, but I told myself I