The more distant he grew, the stronger her resolve became. Melissa couldn’t endure another night staring at the ceiling, her thoughts tangled in fear and suspicion. One cold morning, she made up her mind—today, she would follow him.
She waited until Paul’s car slipped out of sight before easing her own into the road. Her heart pounded as she trailed him, careful not to get too close. When he veered off toward the forest, Melissa’s pulse quickened.
Parking some distance away, she watched him haul several bags from the trunk. With trembling resolve, she stepped into the trees, her breath uneven, her body heavy with pregnancy. She stumbled over roots and rocks, but determination pressed her forward.
Paul moved quickly, as though he knew every bend of the trail. Melissa struggled to keep up, each step a battle against her aching back and burning lungs. Still, fear of losing him kept her moving.
Finally, he stepped into a clearing. Melissa ducked behind a tree, peering out.