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-A few days later-

Sarah heard a knock on the door and came out of the bedroom. “Who's there?” she asked, but heard no response, so she already knew it was Sandra.

Sandra insisted Sarah should move in with her so she could monitor her. She promised to provide for her until delivery and forbade her from doing any chores- all she wanted was for Sarah to have an adequate rest.

Sarah paced to the door and opened it with her lips filled with a beam. Immediately, she pulled the curtain and saw Sandra’s expression; her smile vanished. “What’s wrong?”

Sandra ignored Sarah’s question and entered. She placed her bag on the table and fell her bottom onto the sofa. “I’m tired.” She uttered, relaxing her head on the headrest.

Sarah watched Sandra for a few seconds and she closed the door. She pulled the curtain and walked to the sofa to sit. “What’s wrong?” She asked, her hand placed on Sandra’s shoulder with her concerned voice matching the worry on her face.

“Why did you close early? Did anythin