Tonight, she gave up on sleep. She shuffled to the bathroom, turned on the hot shower, and sat on the closed toilet lid, letting the steam unfurl around her like a slow dance. She closed her eyes and breathed—really breathed—for the first time in weeks. The steam loosened something in her chest, and she felt the baby turn, a slow roll beneath her ribs.

“You’re in there with plenty of room,” she whispered. “Lucky you.”

At her last checkup, the midwife had smiled. “Nasal congestion is very common in the third trimester. Increased blood flow to the mucous membranes. All those lovely hormones.” Lovely. Mara had wanted to laugh. Instead, she bought a humidifier, eucalyptus oil, and a wedge pillow. Nothing helped.

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