Firstly, I needed to rest.
Not think or panic. Just rest.
My body was already worn out. Every part of me ached in a way that refused to be ignored and it wasn't good for the baby.
I needed a shower. I needed food. I needed to feel like a normal person again, even if it was just for one night.
But I also needed to stay hidden. Hidden from Diana, from her parents, from everyone who had ruined my life.
I leaned against a wall outside a closed shop and checked my bank account. The amount in it wasn’t much, but it was enough to sustain me for a while.
For the first time that day, I felt a little hope. I booked a cab to a nearby hotel. By the time the cab stopped, it was already night. I paid and got out.
I went inside and froze. My phone was gone.
I checked my gown, my bag, and my pocke
