---- At the next instant, Janet's fair, pretty face appeared. Even as she relished Sean's embrace, she poked her head out, flashing a provoking smile at me. That smile soon faded, replaced by my mother's cold glare as she bellowed, "You look just like your cheater of a father! I'll rip your face off!" I screamed as I ran away, running headlong into Helen, who was bawling her eyes out and repeating herself, ''I'm sorry, Anna. Please don't hate me..." And at the end of the dream was myself, aged twenty. There was loneliness on my face, but that smile was one with freedom. As I forced myself to open my eyes, I found myself staring at Sean. "You're awake." His gaze was gentle, and he helped me sit up and brought me a cup of water. ---- Even the warmth was just right. I looked at him blankly, unsure how to react just then. Still, I eventually asked, "What are you doing here?" Sean instead asked in return, "Why didn't you tell me you had a miscarriage?" "Tell you?" I scoffed as I glared at him. "So that you could snap at me and tell me to stop playing around again?" He was left stumped for a moment, but soon frowned, "You're pregnant-don't you know you should be careful when crossing the road? It's fine if you've just miscarried. What if you died? Let's see what you'd-" "Crossing the road?" I did a double take, genuinely finding that laughable. So that was the excuse my mother had given the Boswells? Nonetheless, Sean saw the strange look on my face and reached toward me. ---- However, I avoided his touch, staring at his hand as he kept it mid-air, while realizing that I had no feelings at all toward this man. And now, I could say it with relative ease, "Let's get a divorce." Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!