45

It's been about a month after the bomb was thrown at me and I can only tell you that I walk through life like a corpse.

Waking up early for work, putting on a fake smile for my clients, heading to the bar after the days work and finally getting home plain drunk.

I haven't shed a single tears since Jack told me about Nora's pregnancy. I guess I am in denial. I refuse to believe that the baby is his, but the slightest possiblity of it being true has me choking on my own saliva every time.

I didn't say anything to him after he told me about it. I didn't scream or throw an object at him or even attempt to strangle Nora like I have imagined myself doing several times now.

Nora was discharged a day after the whole incident and by the way her eyes shinned as she constantly rubbed her barely noticeable baby bump, made me think of a thousand ways to commit the most painful murder. She even went as far as giving me a copy of the baby's ultrasound!