The days ticked on and marywas left in silence, the dark. Time ceased to mean anythingexept being brought closer todeath for her, and, all in all, shethought maybe that that wassupposed to happen, it seemedthat Timothy had abandonedher, leaving her for dead, nomatter what he said. Her onetrue, non related, friend wasn'teven that. He didn't care, it wasall lies. . .
Mary screamed, James had come early.
This is what fatedecided for you, so just accept it for what it is. Not even your ownmother wants you.
"Hello, Mary. Did you miss me?"