The bed was large and fluffy, the room temperature was normal, but I couldn't sleep. It was hard to catch my breath. I felt so restless.
The only thing that kept flashing through my memory were the words of the doctor, telling me that I was not able to see my baby, the child I had longed to have.
How Jacob yelled at me, kicking and pushing me out like a piece of trash, haunted me more. I stood up and took out my phone.
But I stared at it, not knowing what to do with it.
“Should I call my father? But… he can't do anything. He warned me initially, but I turned a deaf ear, will he be kind enough to accept me back in his company?”
I went back to bed. I knew of someone who worked for Jacob. I knew about the bad gang that shipped illegal products to him… maybe I would start from there, but
