A laugh escaped her lips, bitter and sharp, breaking the silence in the room. But it wasn’t a laugh of joy. It was a laugh of pain.
“Oh my God,” Vivian muttered, her voice trembling as she pressed her hands to her temples. Her words came fast, tumbling out like water breaking through a dam.
“I’m pregnant. I’m twenty-one, and I’m pregnant! My parents are going to kill me. I’ll lose my internship. My career. My dreams—gone. Just like that.” She let out a shaky laugh, tears streaming down her face. “I’ll never be a doctor. Never!”
Christopher took a hesitant step toward her, his voice soft yet firm. “Kitten, please—”
“Don’t you dare come closer!” she snapped, thrusting her hand out to stop him. Her voice cracked with raw emotion, and her gaze pinned him where he stood. She was trembling
