CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ELEVEN
ROXANNE'S POV
I laid on my bed, replaying the memory of the past days of the week, from its beautiful beginning to its sorry end. An end that had left me devastatingly suspicious of every fly around me.
Tarella's firm tone still sang the name "Sir Edward" in my ear, the same way it had done throughout the weekdays that I spent in the office. It followed me wherever I went. Shopping, the hospital where I went to confirm my pregnancy, and even to church where I had not stepped foot since my release from the orphanage, it followed me through and through making me grow eyes from the back of my head and at the same time constantly leaving me in a haze.
For some unknown reason, I refused to visit her again to get to the bottom of her suspicion. And like a coward I had become over-sensitive, almost trying to cast a vanishing spell on myself whenever I saw her.
