Chapter 4
Chapter Four — The Weight of Being Seen
Wrapped between her mother and sister, Jenny finally felt something loosen inside her. The sharp edge of panic dulled, leaving behind a fragile, tentative relief. She drew a deeper breath than she had since the morning began. For now, knowing she wasn’t alone was enough.
Robin turned back to her, her voice gentle but steady. “Alright,” she said. “Where were we?” She took Jenny’s hand in both of hers, warm and grounding. “Tell me. Why does this upset you so much? What feels unbearable about it?”
Jenny glanced briefly at Rachel, then let her gaze drop to her exposed belly. Her fingers drifted to the stubborn hem of her shirt. A cool spring breeze brushed her skin again, making her flinch. Embarrassment settled heavily in her chest. “It’s… shameful, Mom,” she whispered. “I’m thirty. I’m supposed to be composed. Professional.” She swallowed hard. “What will people think when they see me like this? Like I can’t even control myself. Like a child.” Her voice broke on the last word.
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