The morning sun peeked timidly through the thick, gray clouds, casting a muted glow over the city that never truly slept. Delia woke early, the faint ache in her back a reminder of the turmoil she’d been through. Today was her first antenatal appointment since moving in with her parents, Mandy and Martin, and she felt a strange mixture of nerves and determination. This would be her new chapter—far from the betrayal, pain, and chaos that had consumed her back in England.
She sat up slowly, rubbing her belly gently, feeling the faint flutter of life inside her. It was a quiet reassurance, a small miracle amid the storm of her emotions. She dressed carefully, choosing loose, comfortable clothes that hid her growing belly but made her feel safe and grounded.
Mandy was already in the kitchen,
