She had her back against me, I turned her around. And suddenly realize the baby bump was not there. What? Where is the baby? I sat back to the chair, trying to sober up. As I was composing myself, I realized, the girl in front of me was not Elena. It was Mira. Mira’s POV I happened to visit the bar which Haden used to go. I was amazed to see that Haden was sitting against the back of the chair, probably too much alcohol had made him restless, and I rubbed my forehead with my fingers. I approached him, “Haden, you’re drunk. Let’s go.” And I helped him get up. Why is this man so drunk? I held him to the hotel room and laid him on bed. I only have my shirt on ready to feel him any moment. I missed this man so much. I don’t care if he’s been calling me Elena or of whoever girl’s name. I miss

