Chapter 78

***POV: Amara***

I run down to the docks near the refugee center. With no incoming humans, I expect it to be empty and quiet. Much to my surprise, I find Heather there sitting on a bench looking out at the water. I try to decide quickly what to do but she hears me and turns to me before I can decide on my escape.

“Oh, it’s you. Of course, it’s you.”

I want to roll my eyes and say something smart back but the look on her face stops me. It’s not only the expression, but the color of her skin, her stringy hair, everything about her looks sickly.

“Are you alright?” I can’t help myself, with the way she looks and her swollen belly, concern overtakes my ire towards her.

“Please, as if you care.” She spits out at me. I approach her slowly, and the closer I get, the worse she looks.

“I do actually, you don’t look well.”

“Apparently pregnancy doesn’t suit me. Who knows? I feel like this baby is literally sucking the life out of me and apparently, I look like it too.”

This is so awkward; I don’