The next morning 

It's weekend today and Ariel is supposed to go to the hospital for a medical check-up. Her stomach is slightly protruding, but still not obvious for anyone to know that she's carrying a baby. 

Finished dressing up, she stares at her reflection in the mirror and takes a deep breath as she throws her head back. 

'I am not here to watch you cry, Ariel. Did you ask what I and my husband have been feeding on after you left?' A drop of tears slid down the corner of her cheek as she takes a deep breath. Here she was, thinking that the woman still have an...