Evan left half an hour ago but I am still lay here, wondering how I am going to keep this secret from my mate. It is constantly on my mind and he is sure to find out sooner or later even if I block him out. The wall will slip when I am focused on one of the other thousand burdens I am trying to juggle. I have to come up with a plan. I stand and dust the leaves and twigs from my behind as best I can, and start the twenty minute walk back to my house. I am relieved that the wall is build and I am confident that no one will get over or past it. I wander down the well-trodden path, formulating the plan in my mind, it might work. I have to try. If he finds out I’m pregnant with his daughter he will probably lock me in the panic room again.
The fresh sea air assaults my senses, and I take deep
