Tate looked around the baby room that both he and Viola had decorated in the most beautiful light green colour one could possibly find. The white rocking chair that Viola had handpicked for this room stood right at the corner of the room.
It has been a while since he had stepped into this room, avoiding the pain that came with her lies and imagining a child that was not his. He touched the wooden cradle that he thought his child would sleep in but even that was not meant to be.
He quickly grabbed onto the black bag as he made up his mind that he was going to throw everything away. Tate was determined to rid himself of this part of his life. Tate looked at the children’s books that lay on the drawer, he once imagined that he was going to read it to his child but even that too seemed to fa
