Flashback
The weather in the city of London was cold, winter was coming and snow fell. It was beautiful and as tradition everywhere was decorated with Christmas lights.
I was waiting anxiously for the test result at the Carrington hospital. My mensuration had been a week late, and I wondered if the result would be how I had anticipated.
I did not delay it for even a moment and went directly to the hospital to get a blood test. The process of waiting for the result was torture.
A year and a half had passed since the haunting memory of a miscarriage, casting a shadow over our hopes. My heart, heavy with the weight of unfulfilled dreams.
I wanted to shame my grandfather, I had used all the power I had left to push Ethan to become a well known man in the society, and just one more step to go and he would have that position. If the business funding works, then all will be well. He would be busy and I would be alone.