don’t have parents. I just started working. Why now?”
Esther entered and, seeing her distress, rushed to her side. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m pregnant,” Isabella whispered.
Esther stared in shock. Slowly, Isabella recounted everything: the celebration, the club, the dizziness, waking in a strange room, the necklace, the money. She produced the gold necklace engraved “K. Williams.”
After a long silence, Esther said softly, “We need to go back to that club. Someone must know something.”
Though uncertain, Isabella agreed. The following day they returned. During daylight, the club was quiet. They spoke to the manager and showed him the necklace. He examined it but shook his head. “Looks expensive, but I’ve never seen it.”
They questioned cleaners and staff, but no one could provide information. Discouraged, Isabella left with heavy steps.
“I don’t know your father,” she whispered to her unborn child. “But I promise to love you and
