The Pregnancy Secret
All day long the ocean had called to her. At a minute past five-thirty in the afternoon Caroline closed the shop, mounted her bicycle and pedalled with all the urgency of a prisoner making a jailbreak down to the beach. When she got there she left her bicycle in the usual place and all but ran down to the water's edge, breathing in the sharp, salty air with increasing need—as if she had indeed been imprisoned in a dank, dark cell and deprived of clean fresh air for too long.
That was why she knew she could never live far from the sea. On some unexplored, mysterious level it had become part of her. It didn't matter what type of day she'd had, it was the only sure-fire thing that seemed to have the power to rejuvenate her and somehow help put her world to rights.
Caroline didn't know why she'd woken up feeling so intensely restless that morning. There seemed to be no good reason for her sudden strange inability to concentrate or even conduct a simple exchange with any of the customers who came into her little shop for art supplies. Yet she couldn't deny that there was a niggling disquiet deep within her that wouldn't go away—a disquiet that would act like ... read full excerpt from: The Pregnancy Secret ebook
