I managed to avoid coming in front of Agnor for a week. After the stupidity I had committed in the bedroom, I don't have it in me to face him. What must he be thinking of me? Someone pathetic? Taking advantage?
I don't even linger in the living room anymore, just remain in my room and come out to take food. Although Agnor has started to leave early and come home very late at night, I don't want a surprising encounter.
Perhaps he has assumed that I'm a ditched woman trying to cling to him now. It's shameful and I wish I could leave but putting my child in danger would be stupid.
With a towel wrapped tightly around me, hair dripping with water onto my shoulders, I get out of the bathroom and step into the room.
The sound of footsteps echoes through the hall.
Agnor can't be back home so
