"Okay. Where are all your stuff by the way?" Why did I not notice he didn't have his suitcases with him?
                          
"In the car, it's downstairs. I just came by to say hi, I was planning to go to Nikki's but since she's already here, I guess I'll head home now." 
                          
"Alright then, see you soon."
                          
                
                          
The following day is going fine so far. Nikki woke up with a terrible hangover; head a mess of tangled hair and eyes barely open, she kept growling and groaning; but sadly she had work so she had to suck it up, swallow some aspirins and go. I had a job interview; this one was in an NGO that worked on managing waste products in London. 
                          
This is the exact kind of job I'd wanted when I read ecology in law school, not kissing asses of big corporate companies. It was fun whilst I worked there, but I wasn't actually helping the nature, I was just there checking if the company would be violating any laws. So I was even more determined to get this one.
                          
I've already thought this through. I'd still be operating my blog because well, I'm actually enjoying it. I never thought a blog would be something I'd enjoy doing, but it's surprisingly fun, so I'll be continuing that on my spare time, that is if I get the job. And I want it so badly, I hate being unemployed and certainly have bills to tend.
                          
The interview went well, I suppose. Way better that the one with the sexist asshole, although that's pretty much obvious. The employer was a man; he just asked me simple questions about where I worked and my qualifications and my intentions with the environment and everything. It went pretty easy, so I'm pretty confident about getting in. But considering the terrible luck I'm having nowadays, you never know.
                          
Currently, I just got out of the shower and I'm in the middle of dressing myself up when I hear my phone buzz. I ignore it, considering I'm half naked. The phone keeps ringing for a while and stops just when I'm done clothing myself. Great! Does it happen to everyone or is it just me with the wondrous luck?
                          
I grab my phone only to see that I have a text from my mother. I know nothing good can possibly come out of this; I don't even want to guess what she has to say to me, I just open the text.
                          
'Aurora Lillian Atkins, did you honestly think that we would be oblivious about all your shenanigans? Your father and I are highly disappointed on you, he's ashamed of you and we expect you to come here by the end of this week. –Cassandra'
                          
She knows... they know... he- he knows...
                          
He's ashamed of you... 
                          
Dada is ashamed of me... in the twenty-five years that I've lived; I managed to do the single thing that I never wanted to...
                          
I-I can't describe what I'm feeling right now. Shock, disappointment, guilt, confusion... It's like all of this is mixed into one big mush and I don't know how to react.
                          
How? How did they find out? I mean, I'm three weeks pregnant, sometimes even the mothers don't realize it. I just stand there, with my phone in one hand staring at the abyss. I'm hardly breathing, the feeling of my throat getting tighter being too much for me. I'm suddenly thankful for the numbing silence of my house as I try to gather my thoughts.
                          
My first instinct is to scroll through the contacts and dial him. Pressing the cold phone against my ear, I wait...
                          
"Lilly? Hey, what's up?" it seemed like he was in the middle of something. 
                          
"They know." I cut to the chase, "Liam, they know."
                          
There's a deafening silence for a few moments before he talks. "What? Lilly, wh-"