On my sixth month, Myrtle slowly crawled back to our life. She surprisingly showed at Dylan’s condo with all her graciousness. I just came back from work when I saw her sitting comfortably on the leather couch. She seemed feeling at home and that flickered my nerves. But I stopped myself that instant, realising that Dylan probably brought her here before me. I froze where I stood, not realising what to do. Should I come to my room? Should I talk to her? Should I ask her why she was here?
Her gaze bore to me, but there was unmistakably coldness in her eyes. She was obviously not happy to see me, or she was ungrateful that I was born. I cringed at the latter. Even as a woman, I appreciated with how she looked right now. She was wearing a black super fit jeans and a white blouse that display
