The Trap at Willow Street
Language: en
My coworker, Mia, walked up to me, cradling her slightly rounded belly. "Chloe, could you let me crash at your place near the office for a few months?" she asked, her voice soft and pleading. "Commuting across the city every day while pregnant is just too much. I can barely hold on. I promise I’ll move out the second the baby is born." I was just about to nod when a line of glowing text suddenly materialized in the air right in front of my eyes. [Don't nod.] The next second, a dense stream of floating text drifted across my vision like a holographic live chat. [The fetus in her belly…