Tricia POV

We got out of the car, and Morgan made some orders. He paid for a special place.

"Take it easy," he said, putting me to sit on a chair.

I wasn't putting on a trouser but a sort of maternity gown. Passerby looked at us but I knew that we were in a public environment.

"Do you like that?" Morgan asked, pointing to a balloon, but I shook my head.

I was just eye-catching everything I saw, I wasn't interested in anything. Theresa took a seat beside me and started reading to me ...