Jessica only expected fine wine and polite conversation. Instead, she found herself in four-inch heels, being dragged into a tray dance.

They didn’t care about the sex of the child. Only that they’d be healthy, strong, have two hands to hold and maybe agree with their mother that their father doesn’t know good music. When The Rhythm Changes

Anyone that is but Fredric. He was back to watching me. His head tilted. Always that little tilt as if he's lining me up for a portrait....