BLAIR POV
I halted a little the moment I noticed an unfamiliar face behind my office desk doing something around my chair. I hated that chair ever since I sat on it, and I even hated it more ever since I started feeling so much backache and fatigue lately. I was fairly certain that it would shove me to the floor if I shifted the wrong way but still. It was mine.
My steps picked up speed, intent on defending my chair. But as I drew closer, the butter-like leather and plush cushions came into focus. It wasn't my chair after all.
My exhaustion from a night of interrupted sleep— my sleep time seemed to be short recently, due to the fact that my thoughts were clustered with so many worries. Could I raise this child alone as a single mom?
Whose child was I even carrying?
I sighed heavily
