I could hardly sleep last night, between the uncomfortable feeling of being held captive, a foreign bed, and unrelenting nausea that constantly reminded me about my current blessed state that haunted my thoughts, nonetheless. I was itching inside with the need to tell Matt about the pregnancy. I felt something dark and grim was about to happen, and that I needed to make sure he knew he was going to be a father before all hell broke loose. My father had stayed with me for a couple of hours, chatting about such trivialities that had me forgetting where I was and why. Simple normal life things, like how my mother was holding up, what my brothers were up to, and even Tommy’s retirement. I was comfortable for a while before he had business to attend to. He left me to rest, having the maid bring
