the first time that morning, she seemed genuinely surprised.
David finally raised his eyes.
“Mom, I think Harper is just trying to explain—”
“Explain what, David?”
He stopped.
Harper folded her arms across her chest.
“Georgia, please don’t make this personal. Pregnancy is exhausting. I need a calm environment, and I don’t think having another person around all the time is going to be good for me.”
“Another person?”
I repeated the words quietly.
She glanced around the room, perhaps realizing how they sounded.
“I mean, you know what I
