It’s been three months after the death of Zinnia and Fox, and the 8th month of my pregnancy. My pregnancy was almost due, and I was getting more stressed from it every passing day. My mood swings became worse to the extent that King Archer stayed with me at least seven hours per day. My hunger for weird food became even worse. I was gaining much weight and having lots of stretch marks around my belly and my laps. I noticed that King Archer no longer tried to get close to me that much because of his hatred for stretch marks.

I sat at my balcony as the cold, refreshing...