It was an uncanny evening in the west London. The sky bore a peculiar shade of orange dusk as the sun begun to shone, casting a warm,, soft glow towards the windowpanes of Ciara's cozy part of the penthouse in the heart of the city. It was a bitter-sweet sight. The beauty of the sunset illuminated the edges of her apartment, reminding her of all the dreams and aspirations she had bought with her to the bustling metropolis.

Ciara stood by the window, gently stroking her growing belly as her ...