Shoot!

Broderick Alessandro slept in the same room with Amy that night. Amy wondered why he didn't go to Martha.

Martha called Broderick's line severally but he just put his phone in silence and didn't bother to answer. Martha turns him off in some sort of way. He was even tired of forcing affection on her and wished to divorce her, maybe after then, Martha can find someone who truly love her but the kids between them won't let him freely make the decision.

Amy laid beside Broderick in the room, since they had both showered, they both had a night wear om.

Amy laid with her back to the bed, her chest facing the ceiling and her hurting heart thinking about Debby.

Broderick maintained that same position. Neither of them said a word to each other until another one hour had passed. They both turned to look at each other at the same time and Amy quickly looked away.

"You haven't slept, huh?" Broderick asked.

"I can't. My mind is too anxious to meet my daughter," Amy said, not looking at his