Lydia sat on her bed.
She was exhausted.
Everything that had happened the night before had kept her awake. Every time she closed her eyes, her mind went back to it.
Lydia sighed and looked around her room.
She knew she needed to rest.
Her body was tired, and she had barely slept.
But no matter how much she tried, she was not sleepy at all.
She lay down.
Then she sat up again.
She turned toward the window.
Then her eyes returned to the door.
She stared at it for a long moment.
Maybe deep down, she was waiting for Ivan.
She did not want to admit it, but perhaps she had been hoping he would come.
Maybe he would knock.
Maybe he would walk into her room.
Maybe he would simply come to see her.
But the door remained closed.
Ivan did not come.
Lydia's expression slowly fell.
She looked away from the door and sighed again.
Why was she even waiting for him?
She had already decided that she would tell him about the baby.
She should be thinking about that instead.
