“Nellie?” he whispered.
She looked at him. Her eyes showed deep fear, not surprise. She turned around and tried to walk away.
“Wait! Please wait!” Alistair ran after her.
Nellie tried to move faster, but one of her crutches broke in half. She fell hard onto the cold ground. A few volunteers ran over to help her up.
“Don’t touch me!” she screamed, covering her face.
Alistair knelt down in the mud a few steps away from her.
“Let me help you,” he said softly.
Nellie looked at him with angry tears in her eyes.
“You helped me enough when you threw me out of your house while I was pregnant,” she shouted.
The reporters heard everything. The cameras went up again. The media manager tried to stop them, but it was too late.
Alistair could not move.
“Pregnant?” he asked.
Nellie pressed her lips together. She looked like she had just said a secret she wanted to keep forever. She stood up with a volunteer’s help and walked back to her tent.
