When I arrived at her room on the first day, I was confused and borderline depressed. I met Isa in the room when I’d walked in and she had said Zara was taking a shower and wouldn’t like to see anyone.
Yet, I could smell her close by and I couldn’t hear the sound of the shower running. I wanted to insist on seeing her because I desperately needed answers, but I also knew that I had to give her space even though I didn’t want to.
My mind was still pretty set on the fact that Zara had not done what the consulate said, but it was so hard when the opinion of everyone else was in my head.
I mean, she didn’t know we were mates, so of course, she didn’t want to keep the pregnancy. We both knew that this might not last long, so the genius plan was obviously to get rid of the pregnancy.
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