My Baby’s Daddy

It was as though they had been forced to take the money rather than deliberately sell her brother’s heart out of greed for the cash. Ellen came out to the balcony and saw the RV outside with its lights on; a tall figure could be vaguely seen moving around in it. At the sight. of this, she felt a knot in her stomach. He’s really staying here.

Hearing the sound of a text message on her phone in the room, she involuntarily got back to her bed and saw the text message sent by Jared. It read, ‘Aren’t you gonna sleep yet?’

She let out a sigh and texted him back, ‘You should go back.” The man was quite stubborn, though. I’m not leaving. I’ll stay where you are! ‘I don’t need you to care about me.’

‘I just want to care about my girlfriend’ Ellen bit her lip. Not knowing how to define their relationship, she decided not to reply to the text message.

Just then, another text message beeped in. It read, ‘I’m watching you.”

saw the man standing next to the RV and staring

glance at it. It read, ‘Sleep early. See you tomorrow.” She even saw Jared wave to her in the moonlight before

she couldn’t fall asleep that night, as her mind was preoccupied with the man in the RV outside. She thought of lots of things, including how Jared had looked on the verge of death at ten years old. She also wondered why she

like there was an imperceptible force that led her to meet him and learn about all of this. Could her late brother’s spirit be guiding her through all of

glass of red wine in his hand. Despite having a dressing gown draped around his

feeling deeply depressed. Jared’s so protective of Ellen! That’s causing me trouble right when I get a little

the sun rose from the east early the next morning, sparkling dewdrops were still clinging to the RV. Autumn had arrived, bringing a slight chill to

limbs for a while; obviously, he hadn’t slept comfortably in the RV last night. He stared at the balcony on the third floor with unblinking eyes, wanting to know if Ellen had gotten out

a set of breakfast in his hand. “President Presgrave, here’s your

chair and sat down, drinking coffee while keeping an eye on the third floor. The autumn wind tousled his dark hair in the sun,