Minutes later, Kelvin entered the suite in his drunken state. Seeing Isabella lying on the bed, he assumed she had been arranged by someone to comfort him. Neither of them spoke. In confusion, intoxication, and weakness, they became intimate.
The following morning, Isabella awoke with a spinning head. The room was quiet. The man was gone. Shocked and disoriented, she rose from the bed. Beside the pillow lay a beautiful gold necklace. It looked expensive and bore an inscription: “K. Williams.” She did not know who the man was, but instinctively she kept the necklace. On the table she found money as well. Tears filled her eyes. “What happened to me last night?” she whispered.
She dressed quickly and hurried home. Esther had been worried. Isabella could not speak; she only embraced her friend and cried.
A month later, Isabella began to feel persistently weak and nauseous. Alarmed, she visited a nearby clinic. After conducting tests, the nurse returned with a gentle smile. “Congratulations. You are 1 month pregnant.”
Isabella froze. “What?” she whispered.
“Yes, you are pregnant.”
Overwhelmed, she returned home and collapsed to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. “I’m going to have a baby,” she repeated. “But how will I take care of this child? I don’t even know who the father is. I didn’t see his face.”
She placed her hand on her stomach and cried out in despair. “God, why me? I don’t have money. I don’t have parents. I just started working. Why now?”
Esther entered and, seeing her distress, rushed to her side. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m pregnant,” Isabella whispered.
