81|| Missing Car

The silence in the car was so thick that when he stepped down, he inhaled deep fresh air and could immediately tell the difference. He knew at once that he didn't imagine it. His relationship with his mate was deteriorating fast. Her silence was too loud for him. These days, all she ever cared about was the baby.

It was pissing him off.

It was hard enough for them to get to the point where she welcomed his touch then a baby just had to come in out of nowhere. Wasn't this enough sign of an ill-fate?

He didn't know what else to think but he knew one thing he wouldn't do; give up. He couldn't do that. He had come too far with her. He would die first before she could get far from him. She was too dear and too precious.

He walked to the store and he turned his head when he felt the stare of a few people. There were three young men sitting on the truck of their dusty old pick-up truck. They each had a cigar in their hand as they watched him leave. One of them had eyes on his car and Leroy t