I grabbed a wooden stool from the floor and smashed it against the bathroom’s glass door. The glass shattered and I reached through to unlock it from the outside.
I was sure Mario would not return home today, so I started packing. I boxed up my essentials, called a moving company and had everything sent to Christy's place.
After finishing all the work, I passed by the bedroom and saw the tiny baby squirming on the bed. My heart softened.
He had spent nine months inside me. Every single day for nine months, I had talked to him. I truly looked forward to his arrival.
However, after all of this, I was suddenly told he was not mine. The pain and inner turmoil had been unbearable.
Yet, I could not just abandon him. My sense of responsibility would not allow it. At the very least, I had to care for him until Mario and others returned.
Sighing, I changed his diaper and made him a bottle.
I was so busy that it was not until the middle of the night that I finally dozed off from exhaustion.
The next morning, I was woken by the sound of movement outside and to my surprise, Mario had come back alone.