No one remembered Sally. Perhaps no one even knew Sally. Sure, people had heard of Sally. Her picture had splashed across the news in a dramatic end to a quiet life. A life cut short by desperation. A tragic death.
Sally stared at the mirror, forward, then sideways.
Can you see the bulge? Perhaps if I arrange my dress this way, no one will notice.
Her thoughts flitted like the sunbeams spilling through the window. Nervous. Excited.
Sally eased herself into the chair, hiding her belly by slouching forward. She stared at the papers on her desk.