EVE’S APPLE
EVE
Agatha came over one Saturday afternoon, with her arms full of shopping bags, her eyes darting with the kind of excitement that usually meant gossip.
“You’ll never believe who I saw at the mall,” she announced, collapsing onto the sofa beside me.
I was half-distracted, scrolling through pregnancy forums I shouldn’t even be on, but at the mention of who, my heart picked up speed.
“Who?” I asked, trying to sound casual.
She smirked. “Ian.”