, I know this might upset you but I am pregnant for your son and currently in St. Peter's hospital, can you please be a darling and come pick me up?"- just listen to that, I mean I see no dif

with my mouth open as I cried but failed to vocali

tly kept telling me. I finally let go, after crying for a good three minutes, to see who the person was. I looked up and saw a beautiful light skinned woman smiling down at me. I shifted a bit, prompting her to sit beside me. "Wanna talk about it?", she asked. I was mute. "Just on case you change your mind, here is my card", she said handing me her car

ced me by saying, "my father is dead". " My husband?", I asked. "That's hypocritical of you, don't you think?", he said. I was so infuriated I took my things and stormed out. He met me in his car and drove us home. It was a long and silent ride home. As I looked out the window, all I could think of was the fun times we had on this car. He caught me smiling as he asked, "Are you seriously smiling right now?", while keeping his eyes on the road. That question felt like gravity pulling me back to reality- the reality that Paul is dead. "What happened to him?", I asked as soo