85: MISERY

“Is she still not speaking to anyone?”

Samantha nodded, leading Terry to the parlor of her residence. “Hmm. She won’t even speak to me. Nor Ruan. Or just anyone.” She sighed, siting on the sofa as she grabbed a crocheted black baby jacket. “Isn’t this useless anymore?”

Terry shrugged his shoulder, picking up the yellow one that he made. For the past month, they had secretly made baby clothes for the child that Kaliyah was about to give birth to. he patiently taught Samantha although she hardly picked it up, thus the jacket she made was full of knots.

Still, she finished it along with him. however, now, looked like they won’t be able to gift it anymore.

“It’s actually a pity,” Terry sighed, placing the yellow jacket he made in a box. Samantha threw the one in her hand too, looking at it with disappointment.

“It had been a month but she still kept locking herself in her room. if this continued, she’ll really fall into depression.”

“That if, she hadn’t