The drive home was silent except for the hum of the engine and the occasional soft sigh from Samantha. Fiona kept her eyes on the road, her hands steady but her mind racing with concern. The city lights blurred past as Samantha stared out the window, her thoughts a whirlwind of doubt, hope, and determination.
When they finally pulled into the driveway of Fiona’s cozy apartment, Samantha hesitated before opening the door. She took a deep breath, bracing herself for what came next.
“Come on in,” Fiona said gently, guiding her inside. “You need to rest. I’ll get you some water and maybe a snack.”
Samantha nodded, her body feeling heavy and drained. She sank onto the couch, clutching her belly protectively. Her mind replayed the conversation with Fiona, the image of Thomas walking away, and
