DENISE

“Why wouldn’t she trust me?” I asked amidst tears, resting my head on Martins’ chest. 

We were currently lying naked on the bed in the cleaned building. 

Well, I was lying naked. No one told me that the final trimester of pregnancy was always hot and restless. He was wearing a pair of shorts and shirt. 

It’s been three days and I still couldn’t get my head wrapped around it. The more I thought of it, the more I cried. 

I really wanted to have a good relationship with Dahlia, given my fuckups over the years living under one roof. 

“It’s okay, Denise. It’s not that easy to trust...