NATALIA
The morning light came through the curtains slowly, but I did not feel any peace in it. My assistant sat on the couch across from me with a worried look on her face. She had come very early, carrying fresh groceries and some documents from the office and had refused to leave even after I told her I was fine.
I sat with my hand resting on my belly, feeling the small movements of the baby inside me. The baby was growing stronger every day and that small life gave me a reason to keep going even when fear tried to pull me down.
“I am okay,” I said again, my voice steady. “The apartment security will surely take care of it, and whoever it was that sent the dead cat will not be back. You do not have to stay here all day watching me.”
However, she shook her head. She leaned forward w
