Chapter 73 Short End Of The Stick
- Hendrix did not come back that night and the next. At that point I was dizzy and weak. Walking out of the room would soon become a need. I kept telling myself ‘one more day’, as if that would make them forget I was harbouring a whole baby in their home.
- On the fourth day a knock came from the door.
- “Can we clean the room ma’am?”