I was setting on the bed crying when Clay stuck his head in and ask if everything was okay. Since my 4th month, I would cry at the drop of a hat and couldn’t control it. The next thing I know, I’m crying like a baby for no reason. It was the Saturday morning after my husband had left on his trip, and I got up as usual and had just finished showering. He wanted to move to our city, so we invited him to come live with us while he was looking for work and a place to live. He was really nervous about leaving me alone, but my younger brother Clay had just graduated college and was job hunting. I was 71/2 months pregnant and my husband had to go out of town for two weeks on business.
