I got up from bed and began pacing up and down. My mind raced from one place to the other. I was just way too confused to concentrate on anything.
I just learned my daughter was going to be born in less than six days. And here is dysfunctional me thinking I was just three days pregnant when I was three months pregnant.
After my talk with Zack, he left, and I actually enjoyed talking to him. He was sweet and calm. He talked about the possible names he could think would fit our daughter. But my mind was still spinning at that time, so I remembered none.
But he was very nice. He talked about his family-about his mother. Apparently, he was not always like that. A jerk. He became that after his mother’s death.
According to him, Mr. Zimba was responsible because the people that killed her we
