MILA'S POV
The house suddenly seemed too large as I walked down the stairs, headed for the kitchen. It was also eerily quiet and gloomy. Every step I took, echoed throughout the entire room and I wanted to be anywhere but in my own home.
Ever since the altercation with Randy, I had locked myself in my room and refused to eat. I couldn't bring myself to stomach anything with all that was going on. But it appeared that I had forgotten I wasn't the only one who needed food in my body.
The bowl of fruits I usually kept next to my bed was what had sustained me through the night but now that it was morning, I knew I had to eat. So far, my baby had been strong and healthy and I couldn't risk anything happening to him.
“Do you want me to prepare something for you?” the cook asked as I waddled
