“You know how she is.”

I did. I knew all too well. Sharon was a domineering woman, accustomed to her world operating exactly as she wished.

The car sped along the highway, the landscape a bleak, monotonous canvas of white. The winter had been harsh in Wisconsin, with snow piled high on the shoulders of the road. I shivered, despite the heater blasting on high. A strange, sharp twinge in my stomach made me catch my breath.

“He’s especially active today,” I said, stroking my huge, round belly.

Greg just grunted in response, his eyes fixed on the road. He was always like this lately—distant, detached, lost in a world of his own. I told myself it was stress from his engineering job at