The next morning, since Jamie said she had enough rest, we returned to Chicago very soon. We went home respectively to have a bath before I fetched her to Minerva. As usual, I sit at the coffee table by the glass window. I hold a pen in my hand as I flip through Jamie’s itinerary and calculate. “According to the doctor, he said you are conceived with our baby for almost three weeks, which means…” I glide my finger backwards on the calendar, “Ah-ha! Our baby started to live in your belly since that night in Tokyo.” Huh, that’s a hole-in-one situation! I am actually quite good at this, ain’t I? When I am feeling complacent about it, Jamie sneers, “She isn’t

Pain spreads from the middle of my eyebrows across my front bone, drawing my eyebrows furrowed. I slowly open my eyes. It is at that moment I find myself not inside the van anymore. Instead, I find my surroundings cold, dark, and lonely. It even makes me feel suffocated. However, just when I am trying to move, I find my body restricted. My boy is tied to a chair, my hands are tied to the back, and my legs are tied to the legs of the chair. It is at this  moment, I know I’m kidnapped. “Uhm…!” I try to scream as I struggle to break free, however I find my mouth sealed, probably with a tape. I can’t open my mouth, I can’t yell for help. 

The locked chamber is quiet. Quieter than I could ever imagine part of the world could be. All I can hear is the echo of the water dripping, the light bulb buzzing, my thundering heartbeat, my trembling breath, and my low whimper. Tears keep flowing down my face, water keeps running in my nose; my mouth is sealed, I could only scream this loud in my throat; my body and limbs are tied up, I jumped and struggled, yet there is no way for me to break free. Prediction scenes keep flashing across my mind, I can’t help but imagine——how I am going to starve to death, how vanished I’ll be if no ones find me here; how much danger is Jamie and our child are in when I am not around, how Melonie Myers is going to hurt Jamie and our child, how late it is for anyone

“S-see our child… die…?” Tears flow down Jamie’s face when she hears Melonie. She widens her eyes and looks at me, just like she is seeking a denial towards Melonie’s statement from me. I shake my head at Jamie, and I try to convince Melonie, “Melonie, please put the knife down… You know you don’t want to do this… Jamie is innocent, the child is innocent, you know you can’t hurt them, or you’ll turn yourself into a criminal…!” Whereas, Melonie laughs, “A criminal? That sounds fine for me, because I will do anything for Andrew. I will do anything to obtain his love even if he wants me to become a murderer!” There, her

The accident and our loss hasn’t been too kind on us, especially for Jamie. The impact of losing our child hits her heart and mental condition so badly. She had been crying for days, she didn’t eat much. She fainted a few times. She became so tired and weak, that the doctor kept her in the hospital for another few days. Tonight, Jamie is just sitting on the bed, sometimes leaning on my shoulder, imagining how different our life would be if everything never happened, how our life would be if we hadn’t lost our child. What gender will it be? Will it be a little princess? How heavy will she weigh when she is born? Will she look more like Jamie or me? What name will we name her? How will we celebrate her first birthday? How excited will we be when she says her first word or takes her first step? Will she first say mommy