This secret wasn’t one I could keep indefinitely and even though I’d wanted to tell Axe-Man first, there was something to be said for checking in with Cleo. She’d lost so much to The Prophet, including her womb. From the earliest years of our friendship, I could remember Cleo playing house with her dolls, dreaming of her future family. It seemed somewhat cruel now, to be pregnant when we hadn’t even been trying, when I was actually on birth control.
