Of course, it had to be done in secret; she was genuinely afraid her son's warning would come true.
Accustomed to being domineering and autocratic, calling the shots, once she lost this power, she would wilt like a frost-bitten eggplant.
The winter sun set, and night once again descended. After the night, the sun would rise from the east once more.
The cycle of day and night continued, day after day, night after night, silently sweeping away the years amid the hustle and tension of people's lives.
Julia Bluen opened her sleepy eyes to meet Glades Horne's gentle and deep gaze. She instinctively smiled and greeted him, "Hi, darling. Good morning."
Ever since she became pregnant, he had taken to touching her belly, claiming it was to bond with his daughter, which always made Julia laugh. The baby was only two months old—could they already bond?
