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."

out the door, leaving Nathan alone on the couch. His eyes were dull and hollow, and his face was

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

later, he jumped to his feet. After running to the closet, he grabbed a coat and put it on. Then, he grabbed another coat before hurrying out

cast a warm yellow

of gloom as she walked under the streetlights. She deeply regretted what she had

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

options and wasn't destined to marry her. She placed her hands on

her eyes as she silently apologized to her baby for losing its

heard the sound of footsteps steadily approaching. When she turned, someone draped a cloak over

almost at the dorm. You don't have to walk me," Mila said. She lowered her head to

on. Let me walk you," Nathan replied