The evening sun was going down slowly, painting the sky with shades of orange and red. Adrian parked his car a short distance from the small apartment he had rented for Savannah. He sat there for some minutes, his hands on the steering wheel, thinking deeply.
He had asked her before to move in with him, but she had refused. She had said she would think about it, but Adrian knew she was just trying to delay. He could not stop worrying. Every time he thought of her fainting on the floor, alone, he felt a strange fear in his chest.
Finally, he got out of the car and walked to the door. He knocked gently at first.
Inside, Savannah was folding the clothes she had washed earlier. Her stomach was showing more now, though she always tried to cover it with her loose gowns. She heard the kn
