Irina's POV 

The car drove for hours through the night, leaving the city far behind.

I watched through the window as buildings became smaller, as streets became narrower, as lights became fewer.

We were going somewhere rural, somewhere quiet, somewhere far from everything I knew.

My tears had dried up finally, I had no more tears left to cry, I just felt empty inside.

The baby kicked suddenly. It kicked strongly against my ribs, reminding me that I was not alone.

I placed my hand on my stomach gently. "I am sorry," I whispered. "I am sorry I could not give you a better life."

Mikhail sat across from me...