Maria was sitting on her bed, holding her premature daughter. She knew who this baby belonged to. But he wasn't around. Maria had never bothered to tell Alexander that she had been carrying his child.

She had almost died giving birth to this child. Both she and the baby had barely survived. And yet Alexander knew nothing about it. She should probably leave it that way.

But would it really be safe for this baby to grow up around her abusive husband? Only time will tell. The baby was two weeks old and Maria still had yet to name it.

"Wendy." She said to herself. "Wendy Reynolds." She smiled. 

"Welcome to the world my baby girl."