Roya
“Roya! Get out here!”
Oh God, I'm gonna throw up. Yeah. I really am.
On shaky legs, my stomach at my feet, one hand on my belly, the other on my chest, I walk out of Aimee's office and to the front of the shop. Everyone's gone. The only people left are Aimee and her surrogate aunt.
God, she's a beautiful woman. She's tall, slim, blonde, green-eyed. It's like looking at a vision of the future.
“Sydney, this is Roya.”
“It's very nice to finally meet you.” Sydney grabs my hand and shakes it vigorously. “It seems we never get a moment to meet properly.”
“It's nice to meet you, too.”
No sooner had the words left my mouth than she pulled her hand away from mine as though my skin were molten lava burning holes into her skin, scorching her for life. Something in my voice made her re
