Samantha
Two months had passed since we had received the devastating news of my miscarriage. Levi had picked up a job close to his dad's place, working for the local newspaper company. It wasn't much money, but I assume that wasn't why he got the job, to begin with. Levi got the position to get away from me. He would never admit to it, but I knew that was the reason. In the last two months, Levi hadn't so much as touched me. I had been sleeping in his room while he would sleep on the couch. When we did have a conversation, it always started and ended in the same way, with us yelling at each other. Levi no longer trusted me, and it was written on his face every time he looked at me.
