"Oh, it's alright." David looked at the self-blaming Yasmine and gave her a hug. "You're just too nervous. Nothing will go wrong. Mr. Quinlan and the baby will be fine."
"How about this?" David suddenly had an idea. "I can't stop you from thinking about these things; probably only God can do that. But we can distract ourselves. Tomorrow, there's a music festival at Hyde Square, and I happen to have two tickets. Why don't you come with me? Do something else, and time will fly by. Before you know it, hey, guess what? Your husband will be back."
"But..." Yasmine knew that David's method would indeed work. The human brain was amazing like that. Distracting oneself was one of the best ways to combat anxiety.
"But my body... Is it suitable for me to attend a music festival now?" Yasmine felt
