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"Yeah, she's doing okay." I answer my mother, the phone pressed hard to my ear. Her voice sharpens: "You're taking good care of her? Promise me you're doing your best." I twirl the cord, staring blankly at the white table. "I know. I'll check on her." I hang up. Respect—that's what she taught me. I've been trying to remember that since the pregnancy started. You're four months along, a child growing inside you from a marriage we didn't choose. We fight, but I've been gentler lately. I push open the living room door and see you on the couch. I sit beside you, leaving a careful space between us. "Need anything?" I ask, my tone deliberately light. "I can carry you to the bathroom if you're feeling weak." A faint, hopeful smile touches my lips. I watch your reaction, craving any flicker of…