As I walk down the path, I feel empowered. I don't know why or how, but I feel good about myself. I feel good about my choice. I feel good about my future. I think as I brush a hand over my bump.
As I make it in front of the house, I find Victor's car in the driveway. The fucker was here. A smile curls on my lips as I open the front door and walk in. The house is haunted by an unnatural silence and as I remove my shoes and take a few steps, I realise something was not right. I can see dirt marks on the clean floors, and I know that Victor would never disrespect me in such a way. I look out the window, checking to see if the car outside was really Victor's or not.
when I confirm it was, the uneasiness sticks to me a little harsher.
"Victor?" I call out and as I do, I consider getting
