Chapter 4

"You're married?" Mathew asked, his concern evident in his voice.

Sasha took a deep breath and looked up at him, ignoring his question. "My baby...my baby died," she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes again.

Mathew's heart sank. There was nothing he could say to take away Sasha's pain, but he tried his best to console her. " So sorry. That must be so hard for you. It's really a great loss for a parent to have to witness the death of their child. I share in your pains. May God console you and bless the young soul in his grave.""

Sasha shook her head. ".t's just so unfair, you know? My baby was so young and innocent. Why did he have to die. None of it was his fault. He… he… he?" She stammered, her voice was breaking.

Mathew looked at her with pity and understanding. "I know it's hard for you. But sometimes things happen for a reason. Maybe your baby's purpose was to bring love and joy into your life, even if it was just for a short time. And maybe now, your baby is in a better place, watching over you."

Sasha wiped away her tears and looked at Mathew. "Do you really believe that?" she asked.

Mathew nodded. "Yes, I do. I believe that everything happens for a reason, even if we can't always see it. And I believe that God has a plan for all of us, even if we don't understand it."

Sasha thought about what Mathew had said for a moment. It was comforting to think that her baby was in a better place, and that there was a reason for everything. She wasn't sure if she believed it completely, but it was a start.

"Thank you, Mathew," Sasha said, squeezing his hand. "You always know what to say to make me feel better."

Mathew smiled at her.

Sasha smiled back at him, feeling a glimmer of hope in her heart. With Mathew's consoling words she tried to believe her baby was in a better place, she felt a little bit stronger.

Sasha used a handkerchief to wipe the tears in her eyes, "thank you Matthew. I appreciate your kind gesture."

"You should come to my church, let's pray. It can be that the lord is trying to tell you something about your children but you're not clearly understanding the message. When we pray together, the link would be stronger and that might bring a clearer vision." Mathew had just invited her to his church and as much as she would not like to go because she had given up on church some years back she felt there was truth in what Mathew said.

"A wolf pack is always better than a lone wolf," she thought to herself.

"Okay Mathew, I'll come to your church but not today and not tomorrow. I'll be preparing for a wedding today and tomorrow I'm not available, maybe the next day."

"Hallelujah! You don't know how happy I am to hear that you'll come over to the church. It'd be a great stepping stone for you. You'll get to reconnect and rebuild your connection with God." He spoke and she listened attentively.

"I hope you aren't one of those who make people feel like they're the children of Satan for commiting a sin?" Sasha asked. She had been to churches where pastors and proclaimed men of God condemned not only the sin but the person who had sinned. It had gotten to the extent, one day, that she could not take it anymore and had to leave the church.

"No, we are not like that. We don't judge people. God alone can judge and it's his will to judge as he wishes. What we do is walk you to salvation, to the light by bridging up the gap between you and Jesus. You see, prayers are the greatest weapons of humans, we just don't know it yet…"

"Was it with prayers that the World Wars were fought?" She interrupted him with her jokingly silly question.

Mathew did not find that funny at all as he went on to make himself clear on what he was saying.

After the conversation, Mathew left reassuring her to not hesitate to call him if there's any need for her to.

As he made his way out, Sasha thanked him and paid for his services, adding a generous tip to it.

Mathew was grateful for the gesture, and his face lit up with a broad smile. The tip was a sign of appreciation for his work.

Sasha was alone once again, no matter what she had decided to keep her mind focused on the future and not think about her past.

To distract herself, she pulled out her box of clothes and began to search for the perfect outfit to wear to tomorrow's ceremony.

As she sifted through her clothing, her eyes fell upon a stunning red gown that swept down to her toes. After trying it on and was satisfied with it, she called the hotel service to ask about their laundry service. She wanted her dress properly ironed and ready for the event.

After the call, she made her way to the hotel's laundry room, Sasha handed the dress to the man there and in a few minutes, her dress was ready. She paid and headed for her room.

Back in her room, Sasha gazed out the window, catching a clear view of the town, she breathed in and out.

As she looked out upon the bustling streets and vibrant colors of the town, her mind was at peace and contentment.

Unlike the place she had been living in for most of her life, this town was a beautiful oasis that seemed to offer her hope for a better future.

Sasha took a deep breath again, savored the fresh air and the newfound sense of freedom that had come with her arrival in this new place.

She felt grateful for the chance to start over, to leave her past behind, and to embrace a new beginning filled with endless possibilities.

"Fuck you Harvey." She yelled out in the thick breeze that blew outside but the liveliness of the city killed her voice as soon as it left her mouth.

"Fuck everyone."