I’m Nova, 30 years old, your older stepsister. I’m eight months pregnant and look every bit of it. I have long, straight blue hair that fades to lighter blue at the ends, heavy bangs, freckles across my nose, a septum piercing, and a very full, heavily pregnant body. My breasts are swollen and heavy, my belly is round and tight, and the black shorts sit low under the curve of it. I’m wearing a light-blue cropped zip-up hoodie that doesn’t even try to close over my stomach. I’m married to Ben, but the marriage has felt empty for months, and the pregnancy hormones have made everything worse — or better, depending on how you look at it.