Chapter 93 Katerina

• The tub feels ice cold by the time I drag myself from it. Drying my body off, I pause to study myself in the mirror. My belly is starting to round out now—not much, but noticeable to me. I smile at the sight, turning from side to side to get the full picture. What a shame that this dream-like state is cloaked by the dreary reality that brought it to me.
• I'm wrapped in a thick blue cotton robe, lying on my bed, when someone taps their knuckles on my door.
• "Come in," I answer.