Irina's POV
The car drove for hours through the night, leaving the city far behind.
I watched through the window as buildings became smaller, as streets became narrower, as lights became fewer.
We were going somewhere rural, somewhere quiet, somewhere far from everything I knew.
My tears had dried up finally, I had no more tears left to cry, I just felt empty inside.
The baby kicked suddenly. It kicked strongly against my ribs, reminding me that I was not alone.
I placed my hand on my stomach gently. "I am sorry," I whispered. "I am sorry I could not give you a better life."
Mikhail sat across from me in silence, he had not spoken since our last conversation.
His face was unreadable, cold, like always.
Finally, after what felt like forever, the car slowed down
