The Trap at Willow Street

Summary

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.