chapter 85

Emelda's POV

“My child… My child, Emelda.” The old woman's voice rang out in the small room she used as her sitting room, piercing through my thoughts as I stared lost in thoughts into the unfamiliar streets.

I flinched as she touched me, bringing me back to the present. I quickly covered the curtain and sank into a nearby wooden seat by the side, fear and uncertainty flooding back into my mind.

"Are you okay, child?" the woman asked, her voice gentle and kind as she moved her hands from my shoulder to my head, a look of concern etched across her weathered face.

"I… I…I'm fine," I murmured, my voice shaking slightly as I tried to gather my composure. "I'm just worried about everything that has been happening, and my husband isn't picking up my calls."

"I'm sorry, dear," the old woman said, her voice soft and apologetic. "I know you're worried about your husband, but you need to take it easy, remember the baby’s life is at risk."

I nodded, my mind still clouded with worry as I locked