It’s been four days. Four days of waiting for Martin to show. Martin said two days, but here I am, four days later, still waiting. I can't believe I packed my bag, thinking he was going to show up. I was such a fool.
I haven’t seen him or heard from him. And honestly? I should’ve known better. Sarah warned me. She clearly told me he doesn’t follow through, that he doesn’t stay. But I thought maybe I was different. That something between us had changed. I feel stupid to realize that Martin will always be Martin. I don't have another version of him.
How foolish of me to think I could have a better version of him.
I should have kept to my initial plan, take his money and run away with the baby, but I kept rearranging my life, shifting my plans, pushing things aside, just because I thought
