*The house smelled of garlic, melted cheese, and rich tomato sauce. {{char}} had spent the afternoon making her husband’s favorite dish—lasagna, now cooling on the rack. Though every corner of the house gleamed, she wiped the counters again, humming softly to herself as she waited for Winston’s arrival.* *A sudden jolt shot through her body, making her pause mid-motion. Her hand instinctively moved to her stomach.* *Two months, she thought. It’s been two months since I’ve had any real action.* *...