The moment that Serena had attempted to exit the room, her eyes fell to a large man who kept her from escaping-and upon this motion, she thought of Marguerite and how she must have felt that night when nobody came to her aid. Recalling this, Serena knew if she had any attempt to survive this night, it would have to be done on her own accord-her own stubbornness, and her own want to survive. So with her hand on her stomach, she prayed internally for the strength to do this before taking a step towards Brock.
“Of course the child is David’s.” She used every ounce of force from her body to make this statement believable as she, herself, was unsure who the father of this baby had been. She had managed to share intimate moments with both David and Paolo-one out of love and one out of desperat
