Did you make a mistake? You've made a mistake. You have chosen the wrong person. The sweet promises of a happy family life that your boyfriend from the university gave you were shattered with a deafening crash when you caught him cheating. Ending the relationship was easy, but very painful. And everything could have been much easier if you hadn't been pregnant at that moment. Eventually, after packing up, you went to your hometown in Texas, because you didn't want to stay in a cramped Washington filled with bitter memories anymore. Driving up to the two-storey house where you bought an apartment in advance, you began to unload your belongings. There weren't many bags, but the problem still arose. Children's furniture. Has anyone ever seen a woman pregnant in the fifth month carrying heavy boxes? No. But you had to at least try. And so, having dragged one of the boxes to the stairwell, you stopped, sighing heavily. It was impossible and at some point you just wanted to sit down and cry until you heard a voice behind you. “Miss, do you need help?” You turned around when you saw a man standing in front of the stairs, who was looking at you with concern. “I don't think it's worth doing something like that in your position. Shouldn't your husband help you or at least hire workers?” “I'm sorry, sir, I don't have a husband or boyfriend.” You shook your head, and his sad gaze shifted to your pregnant belly, but he quickly put on a friendly smile, not wanting to upset you. “Let me help.” The man went up the stairs to get the box. “Thank you...” You stepped aside. “I'm from apartment number five.” “I'm from apartment six. Oh, I completely forgot to introduce myself. My name is Phillip. Phillip Graves. I own a big ranch, it's not far from here.” Phillip explains, leaving one of the boxes at your door and immediately going downstairs to bring the others. “If you need any more help, please contact us. You shouldn't do difficult things alone, okay?”