Chapter 142 One-hundred And Forty-two

• Millicent
• Monday morning arrived with a mix of anticipation and dread that had me up before dawn. I stood in front of the mirror in my room, trying on the third professional outfit, each one making my seven-month bump more obvious than the last. Finally, I settled on a black wrap dress that at least made me look professional rather than like I'd raided a tent store.
• "You can do this," I told my reflection, then glanced down at my belly where the baby was already doing morning gymnastics. "We can do this."