Prologue
Just letting my fingers run wild

And so she looked at me, sadly. Her moist eyes, filled just to the brim with tears telling me more than any words could say. Quietly she looked at me in a pathetic, pleading manner. My arm around her, stroking her back gently, I whispered, “Shh… It’s for the better… Its for the better.”

A miscarriage. I can’t say I’m not glad. When she told me she had cheated on me with him, I was so angry. But, when she became pregnant, I could not have asked for anything better. Afterall, I couldn’t have done so myself — though Lord knows I wish I could have. I held her, smoothing her long black hair back, kissing her damp cheek.

“Come on, let’s go home.”