The Wrong Woman

Nathan was in a daze. He slumped forward with his elbows on his knees and his hands covering his face. He took deep breaths in an attempt to calm the storm of emotions inside him.

After a few moments, he lifted his head to look at Mila with reddened eyes.

He asked bitterly, "Wanda Hoffis, what do you think of me? You treat me like a convenience. You reach out to me when you need me and shut me out when you don't.

"And now, you're telling me that you want to marry me. Do you really think I, Nathan Morrison, am only meant to marry you?"

His words of lament weighed heavily on Mila's heart. She felt a deep sadness that seemed to affect even the baby in her womb. It began to kick violently.

“I'm sorry,” Mila apologized sincerely.

She stood up, put on her scarf and gloves, and added, "I didn't give it enough thought. I'm sorry to have bothered you."

on the couch. His eyes were dull and hollow, and his face was marked with sorrow. His desire was never to marry and have children but to

weakly against the couch. He tipped his head back, closed his eyes, and covered them

closet, he grabbed a coat and put it on. Then, he grabbed another coat before hurrying out

town. The street lamps cast a warm yellow glow down onto

sense of gloom as she walked under the streetlights.

differently if she hadn't been so wrapped up in her worries

and wasn't destined to marry her. She placed

as she silently apologized to her baby

approaching. When she turned, someone draped a cloak over her

You don't have to walk me,"

on. Let me walk you," Nathan replied

silent. Nathan's thick, oversized coat felt like a warm and comforting embrace to her, making her