“Are you not worried at all,” she asked playfully, “you are lying to your pregnant wife without even thinking twice.”
Andrew shrugged without concern and said, “She has no energy and no ambition, but you are different, and when you give me a son I will leave everything for you.”
He spoke as if promises had no value, while far away Hannah endured hours of pain. Just before sunrise, a tiny baby girl was born, fragile yet alive, and they named her Faith.
Shortly after giving birth, Hannah lost consciousness from exhaustion.
The next afternoon, Andrew returned to his house in Bellevue feeling irritated but confident, assuming Hannah had followed his instructions and left in shame. Instead, he found the gates wide open and a moving truck blocking the driveway while workers carried furniture out of the house, including the crib he had refused to assemble, her antique vanity, and even his office chair.
