Arlene
Work, Arlene, work.
I couldn’t even concentrate on the mountains of documents in front of me.
I stared blankly at my laptop screen, attempting to focus on the flood of emails and documents awaiting my attention.
Yet, Liam’s face and his words from last night kept barging into my mind, uninvited and unwelcome.
Firstly, why would he suddenly help me? That question haunted me repeatedly at night. I could barely sleep.
How on earth did he discern that I needed help, and why did he do it? What were his intentions?
And just when I’m okay with just being the baby’s father and alleged boyfriend, he had to go overboard by proposing.
Had he planned it all?
Thinking about the proposal, it wasn’t romantic—not in the traditional sense.
It was calculated and practical, but it still left
