At the onset of my sharing the news about my pregnancy, silence won the war between Jeremy and me. He drove me back to my apartment, but upon reaching the place, he just waited for me to get out of the car, and when I did, he started the car again, never stopping, never coming back.
My tears were rolling down my cheeks as I watched him leave, and when I could no longer see his car, I walked to the wall, groping at a certain brick, where I secretly placed the spare key to my apartment.
I went inside and looked around at how dirty it became from dust after being abandoned for how many weeks. I made myself busy the whole day, cleaning the house, and from time to time, I would try to call Grandmama from the landline phone I still have in my apartment, but she wasn’t answering. It only mean
