Every purchase had been deliberate.
I had even saved the receipts.
When I finally found Nick in the kitchen, he was spreading mustard across a sandwich.
“Nick, where are my maternity clothes?”
He barely looked up.
“I took them to Tara’s place.”
I stared at him.
“Tara? Your sister?”
“Obviously.”
“Why would you take my clothes to her?”
He continued preparing his lunch.
“She’s pregnant, Anna. Her boyfriend left, and she’s struggling financially. I figured she could use them.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
His sister was twenty-six weeks pregnant.
I was thirty-four weeks along.
I still had approximately six weeks before my due date, followed by months when I would need nursing-friendly clothing.
“Nick, I told her she could have some of my things after I finished using them.”
He shrugged.
“You’re almost done anyway.”
I looked down at the maternity scrubs I was wearing.
