Celine stared down at the whole city from her balcony in her apartment. Her phone screen illuminated her face in the darkness of the night, a set of numbers showed on the screen but the moment she was about to press the dial button, she pulled back her finger hesitantly.
It had taken Celine over a week to get Tristan's personal phone number. After going to his company to meet with him and then being told that he was out of country on a business trip, she'd had to turn to sourcing through past acquaintances, using old connections to finally secure his phone number.
She remembered something Natalia had said to her, whatever happened or however he ended up reacting to the news, at least she'd made her best efforts by letting him know.
She had made the decision to raise this child on her own, though she wasn't entirely confident that she would be able to do it all on her own but...a child would grow eventually and wonder who it's father was, what would she tell her child then?
