I had a hectic day and I was very tired. The trip to the hospital for the antenatal had taken a whole lot from me, to top it all today was Wednesday, my busiest day aside from Saturday. I had tons of work to do, I had ended running around attending to one customer after the other. I barely had time to eat which meant I was starving and not just that I badly needed a bath.
I had gotten home pretty later than usual, I blamed it on the fact that I had spent three full hours at the hospital, and in less than fifteen minutes, I heard the doorbell ring. Thinking it was Clark, I had rushed to the door to find Mr. Hotshot and next thing I know, he is yelling and accusing me—well maybe not yelling but that was how it sounded like to me.
