At three in the morning, Samantha sits alone at a table. The lights above her head had been dimmed, the rest of the house remains dark. Beside her, a long way away, the TV plays an old show, flashing black and white graphics with the volume low, almost unheard.She picks at her shirt sleeves in her lap, staring straight ahead at the untouched dinner plate on the other end of the table. She had set it all up quite a few hours ago, the time being closer to six. It was a recipe Emily's mother had given her a few months ago, excitement rushing through him at the chance to share her recipes, and Samantha had been excited to try it out, too. She doesn't understand why she make this dish; isn't she should cry after knowing her husband plans? Her husband already hands her a divorce paper and he even purpose her sister before Samantha can sign.But now she is pregnant?Picking up her phone, Samantha sent a quick text to Emily, getting an almost immediate response. Emily was always happy to he
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