The car took us straight to Robert’s house, which luckily was no longer occupied by a horde of reporters. We could go straight in through the front gate, but with Robert and his assistant being at the office, there was no one to greet us there besides the security guard to open the front door. He left immediately after, and though I kind of knew the layout of the house, I still felt like we were intruding. “Wanna go take a nap?” I asked Clara, praying that she would say yes. Clara still held onto my hand and luckily nodded her head, so I went straight for the stairs. If anything, I definitely knew where to find the bedrooms in this place. I brought her to what had been her bedroom when we had stayed here before. With her favourite stuffed animal by her side, which was a pink unicorn named Bob, Clara was asleep in no time. But much

I was once again woken up by Robert, though now it wasn’t after a short nap but instead after a deep sleep that seemingly had lasted for days. I was refreshed, I was charged up, I was… Incredibly late to drop Clara off for school.“You sure can sleep,” Robert commented, sitting on the side of the bed. My eyes had wandered over to the alarm clock, it was 12:02 and I was officially the worst guardian she could have. I shot up in bed, but Robert blocked my way out.“Clara?” My sleepy brain managed to ask. Robert smiled.“Was taken to school by my assistant.” He answered. “We agreed that you should get some extra sleep, though I didn’t expect you to have the sleeping schedule of a teenager.”I

Rest.It was all that we were given in the end. I had to rest and avoid stress at all costs. Even when Robert started to lose his temper when he threatened lawsuits and taking away doctor Ward’s medical license. All we were told was that I needed to keep my rest.It was a good argument to hold over Robert’s head. Doctor Ward had kindly reminded Robert that him screaming lawsuits would only increase my stress. Even Robert didn’t know what to say to that. We left the office quietly.“I’ll have someone pick up Clara.” He said when we were outside again.“Why?” I asked. I was struggling to zip up my jacket, my hands were shaking so badly. The street itself was rather quiet, but the main road a little away from us

The business card disappeared to the bottom of a drawer I never opened. Though the visit itself hadn’t caused the strange pains to return, I still had to think of my baby first. Possible murder allegations were a hard thing to put at the back of your mind, but with taking care of Clara and wondering what could be wrong with the baby, it was overshadowed by other worries. The tests had come back, and we were once again scheduled for an after hours appointment. Kiara hugged me tightly, before smiling at me. “I am sure everything will be fine.” She whispered. Melody was asleep, Clara was watching TV. Everything seemed as calm as I wished I myself was. I returned a shaky smile to Kiara. “I hope you’re right.” I managed to say. I said a quick goodbye to Clara and made my way downstairs, where the car was waiting for me. I was wearing my most comfortable clothes, with a fuzzy warm vest that felt like a constant hug. I needed ever

Robert’s pov I looked up at the ceiling. It was a joke really. I pay all this money to have a functional and good looking home, yet when I need it to be a home, all I look at is that ugly grey ceiling. I couldn’t even be bothered to change it. What could I even put up there? With the thoughts of having my ceilings painted like they were the sistine chapel, I got out of bed. It had been another restless night, with nothing to distract my thoughts. I looked over to the other side of the bed, remembering how just a few weeks ago Dalia had laid there, complaining that I always got up so early. It was the life of insomniacs, I thought to myself as I hopped in the shower. We need sleep, but we never get it. Instead we are faced with hours upon hours of thinking time. When I was a teen