Cecilia didn't know how to tell him everything that had happened. She didn't even know the details of everything that had happened.
The original Cecilia of this world, the woman whose body she now inhabited, whose divorce papers she had signed with a baby grew in her womb, had lived a life that Cecilia was only beginning to piece together.
"I just… forgot." She blinked, pulling away from the warm cocoon of Oathran's chest and scanned the room for her small handbag. "Where was my phone again…?"
It was on the side table the entire time, where Eastiel brought it along with her inside when she fell asleep. She could have reached out and grabbed it without even standing up.
Ah.
She froze, her hand hovering over the bag. The ultrasound images were inside. The printed photographs of her womb and the tiny calcified egg.
