Maria
When Liam leaves the apartment, I head back to his room. I search everywhere: the nightstands, the closet, the bathroom – looking for anything that stupid girl might have left behind, like a way of marking her territory.
And there it is. Not much, just some sleepwear, slippers, and a few toiletries. I grab everything and stuff it into a bag, holding it with two fingers as if it were contaminated. I am furious.
In that little agenda of hers, the i***t marked a date as the last day of her period, but the following month, on the date her next one should have been, there were only question marks. Now I understand why the damn girl was so confident that Liam wouldn't leave her hanging. But if he did, it was because she didn't dare tell him she was pregnant. Now I understand what I saw
