He took my innocence and abandoned me for the military.
That was four years ago.
It was the worst Christmas of my life.
The break-up was probably for the best.
My brother would have killed us if he’d known we were together.
They’re still best friends and he’s back.
Nothing’s changed except for the size of my belly.
I’m pregnant with his baby.
Running away from this scandal is the best thing I can do.
I was naïve to believe in love four years ago.
But I’m smarter now.
Or am I?
