Jessica spoke up, her voice soft but firm. “I’m sorry, Emma. This was never meant to happen.
We were just… caught in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
Her words were an attempt at consolation, but they only deepened the wound. I turned back to Michael, searching his eyes for something—an apology, an explanation, anything that could make sense of this nightmare.
“We’ll talk about this later,” I managed to say, my voice breaking slightly. “Right now, just focus on getting better.”
Leaving the room, I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders.
The future was uncertain, the path ahead filled with questions and choices I never thought I would have to make. As I stepped into the quiet of the hospital corridor, I placed a hand on my belly, drawing strength from the life growing inside me. Whatever happened next, I knew I had to be strong—for both of us.
