Chapter Three
The months flew by as the days were marked off her calendar. And with each passing week her belly became more pronounced until finally the sixth month mark hit in the middle of autumn.
Ursula hummed to herself, adjusting her shirt over her now rounded belly. Her life before all of this seemed so far away. It was as though she had left all the negativity behind her when she accepted her parents’ death and gave in to her want to be a mother. And now with Walter in her life, things couldn’t get any better.
The dogs that lingered around her home had ceased, but she still caught them at night when they scratched at her doors or made themselves comfortable on her porch after Walter is long gone. What about him scared them away? If they really were vicious, wouldn’t they try figh
