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The anxiety of the life developing inside her doesn’t help her too, and she knows that she must just do what is best for her child.
    Finally the day arrives for her to leave the office, for the last time. Tomorrow she will be on her way back to NYC. She has managed to avoid Channing for the most part, except at work. But he has also had several meetings out of the office that he hasn’t had to go to, so it was easy. But today Channing seems determined to see her, alone, and it is really hard for Heather to avoid seeing him. The only thing to do is to get away from the office quickly, and spend the day somewhere he will not find her.
    “Where are you…what’s going on?” he texts, and she ignores this. He follows this text in quick succession with a series of others, along the same vein, and still she ignores them. She has hidden herself in the local museum, and while she has lunch, she just stares at her phone, the texts coming in beeping almost violently, but she still cannot bring herself to turn her phone off.
    One more day, she says to herself. Just one more day… 

Chapter 6
    “Don’t leave, please…we need to talk…” Channing leaves this voicemail on Heather’s phone, after trying to get a hold of her several times.
    There is nothing for her to say to him, she is too confused to talk to him right now. Her flight out of Dallas is booked for tomorrow, and she really doesn’t want to see him, not tonight, not ever again. She has been through too much already, and Dallas has turned out to be another emotional rollercoaster. Heather really cannot see herself fitting into this world, where she will stick out like a sore thumb. As his PA it worked, because she was his subordinate. But as the mother of his illegitimate child, that is a whole other story.
    Heather packs her bags and goes to a hotel, just to avoid the possibility of Channing coming around to her apartment and catching her unawares. She knows the stress will be too much for her, and she cannot risk another miscarriage. Although her child will grow up without a father, she doesn’t care, really wanting to be a mother.
    Tears start to develop in her eyes, and she doesn’t know why. She has never been insecure, and even though she had never been with a white guy before, this had never been completely out of the question. The opportunity had just never presented itself before. Now that it has, it has proved to be more complicated than she ever thought a relationship could be.
    She listens to his voicemail again, the deep husky drawl mesmerizing her as it has done since they met. She wishes that they had met under different circumstances, so that she wouldn’t be left feeling like the outsider trying to get in. Her thoughts turn to all the names she has been called over the last while, ‘gold digging black bitch’ sticking out the most. Heather may be a lot of things, but gold digger and bitch, are certainly not a part of this list.
    Now though, she is a liar. But is not telling the same as lying, she wonders? She runs a hand over her belly, and although she hasn’t started to show, she is sure that she can already feel the life growing inside her belly. She really needs a bath now, just to relax, hoping that this will send her to sleep. Heather really wants a drink now, but she is not prepared to risk it in her current condition.
    Her phone rings again, and she hears it from the bathroom. She really knows that she should have switched it off, but she wants to know how determined he is to get a hold of her. It also makes her feel wanted, and she knows that this is silly, but she cannot help but let her phone ring, hoping that it will once again go to voicemail, and hoping that he will leave another message.
    Channing does leave another message, more insistent than the first. ‘Heather… Come on… what is going on? I know that they said some dumb things, and I know that I didn’t act right…but it will change, I promise. I promise to be