She doesn’t know I’m there， watching her in the mirror。 She slides her hand under her blouse。 And then I see something impossible。 She isn’t pregnant…

She bursts into my life like a storm， and nothing is the same again。 She seems so perfect， with her lilting laugh and her beautiful face。 One by one， I watch as my friends fall under her spell。

Only I seem to suspect something。 Only I see that her smiles don’t reach her cold， furious eyes。 And when I’m accused of things I didn’t do， when my home is vandalized， I know she’s behind it。 But she only lets her mask slip when no one is looking， so if I say anything， I’ll look crazy。

So when the baby shower comes around I’m there， sitting on a velvet sofa in a posh hotel room， surrounded by balloons。 We share gifts， we pour small glasses of champagne， and she beams， her bump just visible under her bright red shirt。

But that afternoon， I finally learn the unbelievable truth。

There is no baby…