The weather was getting colder, and Purple Summers's due date was gradually approaching.
She spent two weeks finishing the term paper due at the end of the semester and then another day checking and revising it. Once it was error-free, she had it sent to the school.
After turning in the assignment, she wandered around the house aimlessly.
She strolled into the study, where Alexander Summers was in the middle of a video conference; into the dining room, where Atra Blanc was making fresh flower cakes following a tutorial; and up to the front gate, where the cold wind was biting outside—too cold to go out.
Purple Summers returned to the bedroom and lay down, her body heavy and uncomfortable no matter how she positioned herself.
In the silence, anxiety was growing.
Purple Summers sighed, propped herself up on her elbows, sat up, and leaned against the bed, her hand caressing her stomach as she contemplated.
