#Chapter43

AMELIA POV

The I looked out the window of the cab, the traffic was heavy probably because it was midday. I fiddled with my fingers and keys patiently waiting to arrive.

"What are you doing at the Mental Rehabilitation Center?" The cab driver asks nicely, it seems as if he was genuinely interested.

"Just visiting...a friend" it sounds more like a question even when I say it.

"Ah, I got a daughter who works there, Dr Louis if you bump into her." He chuckles.

Talking about his daughter brought a new twinkle in his eyes and a wide smile on his face. It made me think about the pregnancy...