Christian.
I got back home later that evening to see Esther sleeping on the couch. Watching her sleeping peacefully and listening to her beautiful little snores made me wish I could turn back the hands of time.
She was looking gorgeous in the short, deep V-neck transparent chiffon dress she was putting on. Her lips were glossy and looked full and inviting.
Watching her sleep so peacefully, like a child, became my new obsession. As the thought of what could happen to us if she came to know the truth about what Beatrice had just told me.
Before I entered the house, I had spent over an hour just sitting in the car and thinking of what I was going to do if this said child was indeed mine.
Would Esther accept raising a child that is not hers? Would Beatrice accept to leave the child with
