Lucy's panic grew by the day.
David's avoidance, his silence, and the increasingly obvious look in his eyes that searched for another woman through her—all of it pricked her heart like needles.
She had schemed and waited so painfully for so many years. She was on the verge of touching the edge of happiness. Was it all going to fall apart just because of Linda's decisive departure and David's inexplicable guilt?
No. She would not allow it.
In the dead of night, she lay alone on her dormitory bed, her hand gently resting on her lower belly.
A life was growing here. Her flesh and blood with David.
When she first discovered the pregnancy, she was overjoyed. She had even felt it was a blessing from heaven, a compensation and a weapon given to her at the tragic moment of Linda's miscarriag
