In surprise, Imogen’s mouth fell open. “St. Bernard, Zone 5 on Phoenix Road? That place costs a fortune. How do you stay there?”
With a raised eyebrow, Freddie looked at me with clear doubt.
She went on, “Bella, you’re not just saying that to look good, are you…”
I cut off Imogen’s nonstop talk. “Yes, I work there as a babysitter.”
With a soft laugh from Imogen, Freddie nodded with a look of understanding.
The tight air in the car felt dangerous and I almost couldn’t breathe.
“Sorry, my morning sickness has been really bad lately. I only wanted to open the window for some air.”
Tires screeched loudly and I stopped myself from getting hit by holding my belly.
Imogen wasn’t as quick; a large bump swelled on her head.
She turned toward Freddie with tears on her face, trying to sound pitiful, but Freddie only shifted his eyes to me.
His eyes looked dull and empty, like something faint was blocking them.
“You got married?”
I straightened my back a little and nodded.
“Yes, I ended my divorce and then got married again.”
