Lyla
“I'm so sorry. I wish I could be there."
I smiled softly at the strain in Melanie's voice. “It's okay, seriously. Don't worry about it."
There was an answering sigh on the other end of the line, one that I knew very well was accompanied by Melanie's infamous frown that creased the spot between her brows. Early this morning, she'd gotten a call from immigration about a request for additional paperwork for her Dubai visa.
As she explained it to me, it sounded all too complicated and convoluted that I ended up simply nodding my head and pretending like I could understand what she was talking about.
She'd apologized profusely afterward, immediately feeling guilty about it since today was supposed to be my first OB/GYN appointment to see how my pregnancy was going and to discuss my
