RONNEL POV
Blair's desk was unoccupied. That was normally an unusual sight, but less so these days.
She was up and down often, fleeing into the restroom multiple times in a day. I'd read up on the reasons this might be happening to her, just in case it was a sign of something that could have been wrong, and I was both relieved to find out It was normal and I was fascinated by the graphic that I had come across of the way a woman's internal organs would make way for their growing fetus.
Booting up my computer, I found myself drawn to the door. Every rustle, every creak had me expecting Blair's familiar entrance, notepad clutched in her hands, but the minutes ticked by without any sign of her. A prickle of unease warmed its way in. Blair's balance had been shaky lately. What if she'd fa
