COBWEBS OF CONNECTIONS

Michael walked back to the wards and after asking a nurse, located Isabella’s room and walked in. The machines beeped and the air was heavy with disinfectant. In the center of the room, Isabella slept, as peaceful as a baby and with the careless abandon of the aged. Michael had never seen her look so fragile. For the first time, she noticed the stress lines around her eyes and mouth, the deepening cheeks, and lush black hair.

He walked to the window and looked out to the city. He was going to be a father soon. Isabella was carrying his child and he was scared and excited. How could she keep such news from him? Did she plan to raise the child alone?

“Hello Michael. What are you doing here?” it was Isabella.

Michael jumped and turned to her.

“You look worried. Why?” Isabella said

“Don’t worry. I am just a little tired. Are you feeling okay?”

Michael felt the effort in her voice.

“Then you must get some rest. Have you had something to eat?”

At this point, a soft laughter forced its way
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