Chapter 163 The Secret Pregnancy

• Standing before the microphone, with the earpods tightly worn on my ears often reminded me of Brian. The last place I saw him before slumping into a coma was his studio, where he sang his favorite song.
• As I stood before the microphone to sing a little, nothing else sounded from me than a sobbing tone. To say I had missed Brian was an understatement. I saw him virtually in everything I did.
• And right about now, I could see him standing over there just behind the glass door, smiling cheek to cheek and hearing me sing his favorite song.