As things with Royce progress, I struggle to allow myself to simply enjoy what attention he gives me, pushing aside my feelings for Vera.

I become more aloof, stand-offish, and generally begin acting even more the spoiled child than I ever have before.

Vera is due any day now. Lloyd’s doting on her, even asking me for any guidance I can offer to make her feel better during these last few weeks.

I lash out more. I know people call me a snob – conceited. Selfish.

But I’m not.

In truth, I am heartbroken.

And I can tell no one.