I sold at the peak.
Walked away with a profit that would’ve taken me six months to make at Magnolia Gardens.
Mama knocked on my door.
“You eating today?” she called.
I blinked.
Realized I hadn’t moved in hours.
“Yeah,” I said. “Yeah, I’m coming.”
But I didn’t move.
I just sat there staring at the number on my screen, feeling something I hadn’t felt in a long time.
Smart.
Capable.
Powerful.
Like maybe I wasn’t just a body being paid to carry someone else’s child.
Like maybe I was more than that.
Day Five (Again)
My phone buzzed.
I grabbed it immediately, my heart jumping.
Amai:How are you feeling?
I stared at the text.
It was the first time he’d reached out since the transfer.
Five days of silence.
And now this.
I typed back:Tired.
The response came almost immediately.
Amai:That’s normal.
I frowned.
Typed:How do you know?
Three dots appeared.
Disappeared.
Appeared again.
