Savannah woke up early the next morning, her eyes heavy with sleep. She turned slowly on the bed, her hand resting on her stomach. The baby. The one thing that kept her moving forward.
The apartment Adrian gave her was warm and beautiful, better than anything she had ever lived in. But still, she could not just sit and fold her hands. She had always worked. Even when Nathaniel gave her nothing, even when he treated her like trash, she had found ways to keep herself busy.
Now, she felt guilty sitting in comfort while Adrian was helping her. She wanted to do something, anything, to feel useful.
So, despite his warning the night before, she tied her scarf, grabbed her small purse, and went back to the café.
The moment she entered, Clara looked surprised. “Savannah, I thought you w
