Sabrina
It was nearly 3 a.m.
The world outside was still, painted in shadows and soft moonlight, while the house held its breath. Gina had long since fallen asleep in the guest room, and even the ticking clock seemed hesitant to break the silence.
Sabrina sat in the living room, curled up on the worn armchair with a blanket around her shoulders and her knees drawn to her chest. The sonogram photo lay hidden inside her journal on the table beside her.
And her phone?
It was in her hand, thumb hovering over the play button on Brace’s voice message.
She didn’t know why she hadn’t listened sooner.
Maybe she’d been scared of what he might say.
Or worse… what she might feel if he said everything her heart had longed to hear.
But tonight, she was tired of running. Tired of hurting. Tired
