SLOANE

When Dimitri asked me to leave, refusing to see me, I left without arguing with him. As I walked down the road with my poor child in my arms, I kept staggering, my legs feeling like they no longer belonged to me.

But I couldn’t stop either.

My breaths were coming faster than usual, my vision dulled slowly but I forced myself to push through the haze.

I had to find somewhere for me and my baby to spend the night before it became even darker and much more unsafe. I don’t know ...