“If I knew being in the hospital would bring you back to me, I would have gotten admitted a long time ago,” Porchea jested when Eliana walked into the room. “Now is not the time to joke like this, Porchea,” Eliana said, pulling up a chair beside her. “What’s going on?” Her eyes finally settled on the bump in her best friend’s stomach. “You’re pregnant?” Eliana’s heart filled with emotion. Had she loss the baby too? Though they shared everything, this was one thing she didn’t want to share with her. “I am. Six months.” “Why didn’t you tell me?”
