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just then, the unknown caller calls again.

"hello?" i answered.

why is your relationship falling apart? the voice said in disguise. i couldn't make out of the person.

"who is this?" the person laughs over the phone.

guess!

"karen?" i questioned.

good guess! but no. listen, you're not gonna tell anyone about this, got it?

"and if i do?"

well....then your little girl would have to pay the consequences for your actions.

"what do you want? money? i can get you money."

this isn't about money, dear blythe. it's all about you.

"you want me? i don't under-"

you'll get it. expect calls from me frequently. the fun isn't over yet.

"what-" but they ended the call.

"oh for the love of-"

"hey, who were you talking to?" zion came in.

"oh, just ansley."

"oh, how is she?"

"um, pregnant."

"right. you okay?"

"yes, i'm perfectly fine." i said forcing a smile.

"all right, well, i made breakfast."

"thank you." i said.

*after*

"so what's your plans for today?" i asked.

"i don't think i have any plans. i mean, i don't know why i would, considering everything."

"go do something to get your mind off of it."

"but it's not that easy. my daughter is out there, somewhere. she's probably scared, crying, hungry. she's probably calling out to her parents. hell, she could even be dead."

"don't......don't say that. she's not dead."

"how do you know? these detectives are almost no help at all."

"because i know, okay? i know she isn't dead."

"if she's gone, what are we gonna do?"

"we'll have another kid, i don't know."

"replace alanna? like she was nothing? are you actually for real?"

"i don't know, zion! i REALLY don't wanna fight with you, PLEASE."

"all right, i'm sorry. you're under a lot of stress, it's okay."

"stop being so fucking nice...." i whispered.

"what?"

"nothing."

phone buzz

i quickly grabbed my phone but didn't see a notification.

"relax...it was my phone." he looked at me weirdly.

"oh, sorry." he started texting.

"um....this is a really bad time, but my mom wants me to come to canada, for some time."

"and i'll be by myself?"

"i'll definitely tell her no."

"no, you should be there with your family. especially during a time like this."

"no, i should be here with you during a time like this. we lost our kid...okay? she can't just tell me to come over like that."

"no, honestly. i mean, you did say we needed some time apart."

"babe, i said that when i was angry."

"yeah, but maybe it would be good for us." or for myself.

"you want me...to leave?" he asked.

"i want you to be with your mom."

"no, i'm telling her i'm taking you with me."

"zion-"

"no no, you can't be alone-"

"zion...."

"no, it's not right."

"listen to me..." i said getting up.

"why do you want me to go so badly? i thought we were good?"

"we are, baby. but the constant fighting is just messing me up inside, so a week or two apart will be good for me.....and you, mentally."

"if that's what you want." he said disappointed.

"i'm sorry, i just-"

"no, it's fine. you need some time away from me. i get it."

"but you're upset."

"who cares?" he said with a little chuckle.

"i care-"

"babe, it's fine. i'm gonna go pack." and he went upstairs.

maybe this is an opportunity to get to known who the hell this person is, without zion sniffing around. as much as it hurts me to see him go, i need to do this for our child. i will find my baby.

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