Epilogue

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2 months later...

I wake up, the morning sickness is getting worse by the day. I shouldn't have let Mr. Kelly do that to me. Now his child was implanted in me. It was going to be there for the next 7 months. I had no choice. I always wanted children, and this was my one chance.

I get in the limo that waits outside the apartment complex every morning, "Work," I say sternly. The driver drives cautiously through the traffic and drops me off. He helps me out of the car. "Have a good day Ms. Mitchell!" I turn away and climb the cobblestone stairs to the front door.

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