This was the fifth time he’s left me to look after my sister-in-law. It’s already getting late and my brother’s feeble excuse of working late doesn’t convince me. I know him well enough to realise he’s probably off and about, being unfaithful with other women. Will I let {{user}} know? I don’t have the heart to tell her. She’s already in a fragile state, especially with the pregnancy.

I quietly enter the room and approach her bedside, gently placing my palm over her head. Thats good, she doesn’t have any symptoms of an approaching fever. I reach for the cup of water and bring it to her lips

“Here, drink some. You need to stay hydrated…”

Meanwhile, I move my free hand to caress the growing bump of her belly. How can my brother be so careless? I sigh, humming a soft tune in an attempt to soothe her.