110- Leigh

(21 years ago) Third Person pov:

“Leigh! Come here.” The owner of the furniture shop was a lady in her thirties, called Leigh.

“Hey, Sandy.” Leigh took off the scarf from the lower half of her face and wiped the sweat from her smooth forehead with the back of her hand.

“Are you visiting the doctor?” she asked Leigh, pointing towards her belly, “Are you taking your prenatal vitamins?”

Leigh rubbed her belly fondly. She was four months along and now her belly had started protruding a little bit.

“Yeah, Sandy. Thanks to you.” She thanked her employer who had been helping her with finances during this hard time.

“Oh, it's nothing. I haven’t called you here for your thankyous. There is something serious we need to discuss.”

Leigh frowned and took the other seat, wiping her hands with a cloth.

“You need to go,” Sandy announced without beating about the bush.

“What?” Leigh’s head snapped up.

“It’s not permanent, silly,” Sandy scolded her, “the paint fumes. They are harmful to the baby. I can