you take my clothes to her?”
He continued preparing his lunch.
“She’s pregnant, Anna. Her boyfriend left, and she’s struggling financially. I figured she could use them.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
His sister was twenty-six weeks pregnant.
I was thirty-four weeks along.
I still had approximately six weeks before my due date, followed by months when I would need nursing-friendly clothing.
“Nick, I told her she could have some of my things after I finished using them.”
He shrugged.
“You’re almost done anyway.”
I looked down at
