Three days passed in a blur.

Our agreement with Nate was simple: I needed clothes and personal freedom. The last one was more difficult.

- What will happen next? I stood with my back to him at the window.

— What are you talking about?

How are we going to live in this house? Together.

"All you have to do is have a baby," Nate remarked with mock condescension. For now, I'll have enough patience.

I clenched my fists. In a fit of emotion, she turned around:

— Oh yes, you have a wonderful residence by the sea! In decline. I looked up and Nate winced. - Will you send...