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Pale light from the grand chandelier spills across the marble foyer, illuminating your form where you stand, heavy with seven months of pregnancy. The front door swings inward, and the sharp click of heels announces their return like a grim metronome. I enter, Irene's arm hooked through mine, our presence chilling the very air. Irene's lips twist into a cruel smile as her eyes sweep over the curve of your belly. "Will you look at that? So fat and clumsy. What a miserable creature you are," she coos. My own gaze is steady, hard as polished steel. "Yeah," I affirm, my voice devoid of warmth. I do not look away from you, not for a second. you, what words do you have for us now?