Chapter 78 Richard - Through Wading Grass

• I looked up when Sarah walked into our kitchen, dark circles underneath her eyes. I stared at her in disbelief. Was she truly carrying my child? She was so adamant that we wouldn't have children for at least a couple more years, so how could this have happened? When did this happen? In the weeks leading up to our wedding, all we did was argue. I couldn't even remember the last time I slept with her. It only could've been that one time that I got drunk shortly after I had Elena in my lap. I woke up with Sarah in my bed, when it was Elena I wanted.
• Sarah took a seat at the breakfast bar, and the smile on her face grated on me. There was something so smug about it, as though she felt like she'd won some sort of game. It wouldn't surprise me if that was exactly how it felt for her. All she enjoyed doing was play with people's lives.
• "Where is Elena?"