Cramping started again when her heavy, labored breathing returned.  She was so afraid, so scared, a friend would be shot next, or even worse, he would come back, and kill her.

      “Okay, okay, okay, Peanut.  We’ve got to calm down again.  Maybe I’ll tell you about your daddy, and some other stuff, until the police get here.”

     She smoothed her belly slowly, and gently.

     “Your daddy.  I don’t know his name, only a number from a file folder.  I’ve wanted a baby ever since I was a little girl.  I’ve wanted to be a mom forever.  After I hit age 30, two years ago,...

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