Two weeks later. Around six in the morning.
I decided to move to New York City from Chicago. I didn't consider the cost. I just wanted to get as far away as I can from Vincent and my past to protect my baby and myself.
I packed up the necessary things I needed. I didn't own much anyway. I'd buy the things my baby needed once I got settled in New York City.
After packing, the driver helps me load my things into his minivan. We both get into the van and zoom off. New York, here we come!
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Six hours later.
We make a stopping point in Youngstown, Ohio. Stretch our limbs, use the restroom, eat, and take a break from the journey. After resting for about thirty minutes, we hit the road again. It was a long and stressful ride, especially now that I was pregnant, but this was the best I could afford. I couldn't afford a plane ticket. It's too damn expensive for me.
Almost seven hours later, around 6 p.m., we arrived at New York City. I rented a cheap apartment in Inwood, Manhattan. The driver helps me carry my things up to my apartment. I thanked him and gave him a tip before he drove off.
I let out of breath of relief and exhaustion and smiled to myself. I gently rub my belly.
"We did it, my little angel. We're finally far away from my past. Let's start afresh in New York. Together."
I start unpacking my things. The apartment is small but cosy and clean enough for my baby and me to live in. The apartment's small living space consists of a small living room, a kitchen, one bedroom with an inbuilt bathroom, and a little balcony with a beautiful view.