The news hasn't settle in. What's going to happen, now? All these thoughts were running in my head as I opened the door. Justin was sitting on the couch, his feet kicking up onto the coffee table.

He didn't even say hello to me. I kicked off my tall wedges and sat right next to him. How long will it take for him to notice me? I coughed a few times, to catch his attention.

"What?" He looked at me. "When did you get back, babe?" He asked in such a sickly sweet manner tone.

"Just now," I replied.

"Where did you go?"

"I want to order something." I can't tell Justin. Not yet, though. "How was work."

"Same old, same old." Justin then wrapped his arms around my shoulder. "We should go out later."

"Like tonight?"

"Yes, tonight."

"That sounds nice." Something was up from the way he talked. "Let me get change.

Throughout dinner, Justin seemed quite. Normally, he would be talking on and on about his day. This time, it was different. Do I make a move? Do I start the conversation?

The waiter came back with our meals. I had to make an excuse to why I'm not drinking. I'm doing a detox, or I have an early day tomorrow .. yeah. Somewhere between those lines. Just, please ... say something.

"So ..." my eyes wonder through the beautiful restaurant. "The exterior is nice." I never said I was good at making small talk.

"Yeah ..." Okay. Something is up with him. Just say it.

"Is something wrong?" I ask, taking a bite of my parmesan chicken.

"There is," Justin murmurs. Taking a deep breath, from what was going to say next, really did hurt me. "This isn't working out."

"What do you mean?" I had a haunt on what he was implying ... you could say that I was a little bit in denial.

"From us," Justin finally admitted.

Yes, you heard it from the great Justin Keller. Dumping me in middle of the nice restaurant. "What?" I said angrily. "You're dumping me right in the middle of dinner?"

"I wanted to make it nice." I wasn't sure if it was my pregnancy symptoms, or because I was going to cry, I wanted to throw up so badly right now. "You see, I've been seeing someone for the last few months."

You know, it was hard to describe how much I was devastated. I was stupid. "I—I have to go." I got up and grabbed my bag and ran as fast as I could outside of the restaurant. As much as I wanted to punch him right there, there people who were enjoying their night. I wasn't going to ruin it because of me.

Just as I hulled a taxi, Justin followed me outside. "Can we talk," he says walking towards me.

At this point, my eyes were filled with tears. "If you want to talk—why don't you talk with your girlfriend." I got inside the cab and gave the directions. As the driver drove away, I held onto my stomach. If he didn't want me, then he wouldn't accept this child as his.

As I walked into the apartment; Justin wasn't here, which meant he is out already. I can't live here anymore, so I grabbed the very same suit when to Toronto and packed enough things that would fit. As I closed the door shut and as I left the complex, I slide the key into his mail box and asked the same taxi driver to drive me to some cheap motel.

I sat onto the bed. I pulled out my phone, kind of forgot that I put it onto silent. There were a couple of messages from Justin, but didn't read them. What am I going to do now?

I could call my Dad, but from the way he post his photos, he seemed too happy at this moment. Of course he would forget his only daughters. He never once phoned me or emailed me.

Looks like I'm starting my life over ... again. Thankfully, I had some savings. Not enough though, but enough for me until I can get on my feet ... especially with a child on the way.

One month—turned in two; it wasn't until I was nine months pregnant. At this point, I lost my job and was on the edge of being homeless. What can I do? I think to my self. And there was only one answer to that.

Did I want to go back home? No. But thankfully, a former co-worker of mine let me their couch until I was able to get onto my feet. I learned the hard way that Toronto wasn't really the best idea.

"One ticket to Saskatoon, Saskatchewan." I asked the worker at his desk. He looked at me with different look.

"Are you stupid?" He ask. Great costumer service there. "We're sold out."

You got to be kidding. "When is the next train coming?" I ask. "I mean after the first one depart."

"Don't know." Oh, this worker is getting on my last nerve.

"You got to kidding me? Is that your job?" I shouted. "Can I have a worker who is actually wants to help.

"I'm sorry. We're close." He put a closed sign and walked away.

Then, two security guards came to me. "We have to ask you leave," One of the guards said. "You're making a scene."

"I need to get on the train to Saskatoon ..." being nine months is hard enough, but but this taking the cherry on-top.

"If you don't leave in peace, we'll drag you away."

No. No. This can't be happening right now. Please someone help.

"There you are. I've been looking for you, my love." An arm wrapped around my shoulder. His voice tingle my ear. Please don't let it be ...

Justin.