Emma's Secret

Emma took a deep breath and stepped off of the train, she admired her surroundings, the quaint train station, made of cheap wood, probably cut from somewhere around this area, and painted a deep shade of brown. Yellow, purple, and white blossoms lined the building on leafy green bushes. She took a step forward and looked at the schedule; the next train to Colorado Springs was in twenty-five minutes. She sighed, this trip had brought her from St. Louis and now she had just hours before her trip ended. She was glad, but anxious at the same time, she pondered over what people would think back in Colorado Springs. She had written, but she hadn't told them about her biggest secret, the baby.