KIDNAPPING

I am practically dragging myself as I saunter into Andy's room. My heart is heavy and downcast. It further starts to bleed when my eyes plummet at the sight of his cheerful face as he fiddles with his daughter on his bed. I feel so shattered and hopeless amidst the unrest. The only reason I am not weeping right now is because Andy has no clue of the catastrophe awaiting him yet. But for how long? And even so, all these lies are tormenting me. I hate keeping secrets from him. I can decide to tell him the truth about my pregnancy because I know he will be over the moon with the news.

But about Angel?

Where on earth can I get the vitality to mumble such a heartbreaking thing to him? How can I shutter all the dreams he has for the innocent kid just like that? This broad smile on his face—I cannot take that away from him. I can't bear to watch him go through the torture of losing Angel. I don't even want to imagine the pain and agony this will bring him. I can't handle seeing him get shut