Walk Out

TRINITY

“Hello, love. Fancy meeting you again.” The woman calls Bash as if they know her very well.

What’s catches my attention is her thick English Londoner. My officemates look at her like she’s a supermodel. Well, she can be a supermodel if the baby bump is not visible.

“Dana?” Bash knows her, of course. His voice explains that he’s surprised to see her, and he looks terribly shocked.

Dana? The Dana? His ex? And pregnant? If I have to guess, I think she’s in her second trimester. Bash came back just the last three months.

Dana throws herself to Bash, hugging him tightly like everyone around is invisible. Bash still looks shocked with his brows furrowed. He looks at her from head to toe then back to her face then to her belly.

I swallow hard, and my eyes instantly fill with tears. I wish I can control my emotion, but when I feel sad and upset, my eyes are always the first to respond. My gaze meets Sean’s