Emmalee
As I sip on champagne, I catch myself staring at the massive engagement ring on my finger.
It's ridiculously big, and if anything, serves as a big reminder that I'm tied to Soren now.
Indefinitely.
It's been two days since Trudy told me to go to Soren to try to make it seem like he's the father of the baby I'm carrying. There are times when I'm sure this will work, but there are others when I ask myself what the hell I'm doing. This is ridiculous and wrong. I'm going to do something terrible, and there'll be no taking it back.
But what are my options? Really? To carry a child to full term without a father? I know I'll be condemning my baby, and I refuse to do that. So, I take another small sip, making a mental note to not drink anymore, and put the glass down.
Soren comes
