“And what else does your mother think?”
The question came out sharper than she intended. Alex frowned, and an uncomfortable silence settled between them. Sophia immediately regretted her words.
“I’m sorry. I’m just tired. This nausea is draining me.”
Her husband nodded, but she saw a shadow of hurt in his eyes. He could never take her complaints about his mother calmly. To him, Eleanor was the ideal woman, strong, wise, always right. And Sophia… Sophia was just the wife who, for some reason, couldn’t find common ground with his family. As she got ready for work, she mechanically touched the pendant on her neck, an elegant silver oval with an engraved ivy leaf. Alex had given it to her for their third wedding anniversary two months ago.
“So you can always feel my love close to you,” he had said then, fastening the chain around her neck.
