Chapter Sixty-One
Francesca had barely slept. Being seven months pregnant had its drawbacks. She found it hard rolling out of bed each morning, needing help from Paul, who was there for her when needed, especially getting in and out of the bath.
Drawbacks mentioned, she enjoyed being pregnant, apart from the morning sickness.
Everyone said how radiant she was, positively glowing, most said.
Wearing her specially made waitressing dress, she got to her feet, her back aching. Her hands seemed to be permanently placed there.
A loud bang made her jump, like something had hit her front window.
Curious, she waddled up to the bedroom window.
A blonde woman stood facing the house, at the end of her drive. Behind the blonde was a black car. Francesca didn’t recognise the woman.
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