(Diane’s POV)
The next morning, I woke up slowly, my body stiff and aching from the ordeal of the past few days. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. I let out a slow breath, staring at the ceiling as my mind drifted.
For the first time in a long time, I felt… not peaceful, exactly, but something close. Maybe it was exhaustion forcing me into temporary stillness, or maybe it was the fact that, despite everything, I was still here. Still breathing. Still fighting.
I exhaled, placing a hand over my stomach. My baby.
The thought sent a flurry of emotions rushing through me. Everything I did now had to be for both of us. There was no room for weakness, no space for second-guessing. I had to keep moving forward, no matter how impossible
