A few minutes later, someone knocked softly on the door.

“Celina?” Charlotte’s voice was warm but steady. “May I come in?”

Celina unlocked the door without a word. Charlotte stepped inside and took in the scene: the young woman with her face blotched, eyes swollen, arms wrapped protectively around her belly.

“Hey…” Charlotte crouched down in front of her. “You don’t have to cry like this. You did nothing wrong.”

Celina tried to speak, but the tears kept slipping down, stubborn and hot.

“I know