Julie had nursed her 3 months old daughter, Faith, and placed her in her cot. She kissed the baby and lowered the light in her bedroom. Tonight, she was alone as Mark, her husband had left earlier in the evening for a three day seminar on the West coast.
Julie stood at the door of her room and gazed at Faith with a faraway look. She could feel the tears welling her eyes and quietly closed the door. She walked to the living room and sat down on the sofa.
At moments like this, Julie just did not know how to cope. She knew that she had sinned and been unfaithful to Mark. The child that she had carried in her womb for nine months was not her husband's. But fate had it, her features resembled Mark. Only she and the man she had it with knew the truth. Faith was Mark's father's child.