Jessa bit back a yawn as she walked toward the diner for her breakfast shift.
She just couldn’t get used to sleeping in the shelter, there were too many people, too much noise, too much worry that someone might catch her with her guard down. Add her poor sleep to these early morning shifts at the diner, plus the fatigue from being pregnant and Jessa felt like she was running on empty.
Didn’t help that she’d cut her caffeine intake down drastically.
Oh, baby, the things I do for you. She patted her still flat belly with one hand, before slipping on her uniform. She didn’t regret a single thing she had to do to keep her and her baby safe, including hiding from her abusive husband. She hadn’t known she was pregnant when she’d run from Victor, but she was extremely glad that she had left hi
