Even if I can avoid prison time for five years, I will never be redeemed.
Besides, where can I go after I get out of prison?
I'm tired of wandering, but I won't stay in this city and listen to the love affairs of Frances and Hilda.
Therefore, the best choice for me is to take this baby back to prison, and to stay far away from this
noisy city and everything related to Frances.
Perhaps, time is the best medicine.
Frances will slowly fade from my mind, and I will forget him one day.
That's what I believe.
But in the end, it turns out to be very ridiculous.
The deep love can never be diluted by years.
Even if I have tried my best, I can never forget the man that I love more than anyone.
David puts me in a separate room. It's more like a hotel suite than a prison cell.
It is equipped with a queen bed as well as a bathroom.
Clothes of four seasons will be delivered to me, and some people will regularly take meals to me per
day.
Apart from not being able to communicate with the outside world, my prison life is almost the same with
the ordinary life.
During this period, a doctor came twice and told me that there is nothing wrong with the baby for the
time being. However, he can't make sure until he can get the detailed report of the fetus in a few
months.
And, how are Frances and Hilda?
I don't know.
I haven't heard from them since I got back to prison.
I don't have guts to ask, fearing that I will burst into tears upon knowing about their sweet life.
Besides, no one can answer me here.
David might have asked the prison to deny me visiting rights. No one comes to see me since I was
pregnant.
Time passes day by day.
One month.
Two months.
Three months.
Four months.
The baby in my belly finally moves.
At that time, I am sitting at the side after dinner, watching the policewoman tidy up the dishes for me.
The moment I feel the movement in my belly, a smile appears on my face for the first time.
The policewoman is dumbfounded by my smile.
After a long while, she murmurs to me, "This is the first time I've seen your smile. I thought you wouldn't
smile for the rest of your life."
Indeed ... I haven't smiled for a long time.
"Is that so?"
I put on a faint smile and touch my slightly bulging belly.
I'm only four months into my pregnancy. If I wear some loose-fitting clothes, no one can know that I'm
pregnant.
Standing by the window, I really want to go out for a walk.
Every day, I can only stand here and breathe some fresh air. I wonder if it has some effects on my
baby.
But I know, it's just a hope. I won't have the chance to go for a walk these days.
After that day, the happiest time for me is the moment when the mischief little thing kicks me in my
belly.
Another three months passes.
I'm getting clumsier, and it's more difficult for me to walk.
One night, I get up and go to the bathroom.
As soon as I get up, I feel an intense pain coming from my belly.
It hurts.
It hurts so much.
I am so painful that I can't even stand up straight, but with a big belly, I can't squat down. Finally, I only
move to the door with great difficulty and knock hard on the door.
I feel some hot liquid gushing out of my abdomen.
And it's not a little.
Is it ... that my water broke?
I reach out and touch it. It's red.
Blood...
I suddenly recall what Mindy said.
So, is it ... a massive hemorrhage?
I keep rubbing my belly in panic while knocking harder on the door.
"Is anyone there? Please! Save my child!"
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