The house was small, quiet, and a little cold, but it was all Ann could afford now. She sat on the edge of the bed, holding a warm mug of tea in both hands. Her other hand rested gently on her belly. Six months pregnant. Alone. Tired. But still standing.
The wind outside whistled through the trees, brushing against the thin windows of the tiny cottage she had rented on the edge of town. This place wasn’t much a single bedroom, a tiny kitchen, and a squeaky wooden floor but it gave her something she badly needed. Space. Time. Silence.
She had left the city, the job, and most of all, him Richard Knight. Ann had no regrets about leaving. Not anymore. He had humiliated her. Accused her of something she hadn’t done. And worst of all, he hadn’t believed her. Even when her eyes begged him to tr
