Prologue
Claire was angry. Better put, distraught. At that good for nothing man, more like boy, who destroyed her life, well not destroyed but I'm on a roll here. He got her in this sticky situation and left before he could even find out. He just went off to some new job at this overseas training facility. How boring. She wasn't actually sure what job he was doing she had only heard bits and pieces as the red mist had washed over her eyes and throughout her body quickly diminishing any feelings she had had for him. Unfortunately, only temporarily as when he had left, with his things, she melted onto the floor in a puddle of her feelings and tears as she finally realised what she had done. How she had pushed him away in this time of need.
She blamed it on the hormones.
Yet she knew it was not fully her fault, she also knew that she was partly to blame. As he had been inconsiderate and she hadn't been passive enough and neither of them had listened. No, she had run straight into the headlights blind.
Anyway, if he was gone, truly gone, then she would put all her effort into her job, her work, her life. Yet above all she would put every drop of blood and sweat into the little bundle of love slowly growing in her stomach.
She had planned on telling him later on in the week, at a happier time, that obviously had not happened. If they both had patience, then they could be celebrating soon, arguing on names, if the baby going to be a he or a she? That had all gone out the window as soon he had mentioned that stupid job. Why? Did whoever was up above not like her? Had she done something wrong? Whatever, now she was going to have to raise this child on her own, she was proud and she could do this. She didn't need the father, when he left for a job over love.
A couple of months later
She was now showing, only a couple of months to go. She had a good job and was steadily rising up the promotion ladder. She couldn't be happier or so she persuaded herself.
She still thought of the father sometimes, yet when she did all that it did was tie that perfect ribbon up inside her. The ribbon that connected her to him, to her heart. By now it was all scrunched up and in little knots but every day they got bigger and she just couldn't help it.
But one thing she knew was even if that ribbon started choking her she would never ask the father for help, because he was the cause of it, she didn't trust him.
She didn't trust Owen Grady.
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