Omen of the Unborn

SIENNA

The flight to Switzerland is endless, every bump and jolt jabbing at my swollen belly. Teo’s hand is still in mine, his thumb rubbing old, slow shapes into my knuckles, but I can tell his body is tight, that it's emanating away from him like the heat inside a furnace.

"Are you sure about this?" He inquires, for the hundredth time, his dark eyes raking my face. “The doctor said at seven mont