The night air was cold against my skin, but I didn't care. I still waited in the garden. Aside from my room, the garden was the only place where I could breathe, where I could speak freely without worrying about Teresa’s hawk-like ears catching on my words.
As I stood there in the garden, Martin was the only person on my mind. I knew I couldn't give up on him, no matter how much he tried to say no to me. I had to be persistent and patient with him. I had to make him understand that his help was the only thing that could do it. I could have ignored him after he refused to help, but this wasn’t about me anymore. It was about my baby, our baby.
With shaking hands, I dialed his number. My thumb hovered over the green button longer than necessary, as if pressing it would unleash something I
