Before Damian and I parted ways, I told him something. I said Julian and I were planning to go abroad to study. That we might even stay overseas for good.
Damian stood there for a long time after I said it.
As the departure date drew closer, my nerves got worse. A restless, gnawing feeling wouldn't leave me alone.
But I kept reminding myself that everything was going according to plan. That settled me down.
Julian and I kept up the act, making it look like we were getting ready to leave. We went out shopping constantly, preparing for the big move.
When my pregnancy reached the seven-month mark, I left the house after breakfast one morning. The plan, the same as every day for the past month, was to go meet Julian near his office.
The moment I pushed the car door open to step out, I he
