Zoe hurried down the hallway of the firm, a faint smile tugging at her lips, her phone already in hand. It was lunchtime, and as usual, she couldn’t resist sharing with Celina what had been burning inside her since the day before. She could barely wait another minute. She pressed call and lifted the phone to her ear.

“Zoe, again?” Celina answered, laughing. “Aren’t you busy?”

“I should be asking you that!” Zoe shot back playfully. “Are you busy, or can we talk?”

“No, I just stopped writing. I was about to fix myself some lunch, but honestly, I’m not that hungry today… woke up feeling a little queasy.”

“Uh-oh… queasy? Congratulations, welcome to the pregnancy club!”

“It’s probably just something I ate yesterday—or maybe nerves. I don’t know.” Celina tried to brush it off. “But tell me, what’s with that voice like you’re about to explode?”

“Bestie…” Zoe drew out the word like it was the climax of a Mexican soap opera. “I was planning to come over tonight just to tell you this while look