SUNNY WEDNESDAYS (VIII)

Rita stood in front of her bedroom mirror, adjusting the collar of her cream blouse. The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the fan above her. She let out a long sigh, staring at her reflection. Her boss had stopped coming to church, and lately, she barely said more than a polite “good morning.” Rita knew why. It was her fault. She’d crossed a line, even if her intentions had been good. But knowing that didn’t make things easier. The cold shoulder stung. “Lord, please help me,” she muttered under her breath. “I’m stuck.” She picked up her powder and lightly tapped her face, trying to brush away the tiredness. Then she reached for her lipstick, her favorite one, the Maybelline Super Stay Matte Ink. The deep red always gave her confidence, like it added a little fire to her calm. With one swipe across her lips, she forced a smile. It didn’t come naturally today, but she held it anyway. ππππππ Her due date was in three weeks, and the last thing ...