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."

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

closed, Nathan slumped weakly against the couch. He tipped his head back, closed

grabbed a coat and put it on.

a deserted town. The street lamps cast a warm yellow glow down onto the ground. The night air was

she walked under the streetlights. She deeply

have turned out differently if she hadn't been so wrapped up in her worries and

to marry her. She placed her hands on her stomach and looked up

welled up in her eyes as she silently apologized to her baby

heard the sound of footsteps steadily approaching. When she turned, someone draped a cloak over her shoulders from behind. She was startled

don't have to walk me," Mila said. She lowered her head to

Let me walk you," Nathan

coat felt like a warm and