Danielle paced her bedroom, alone. Wait... Not really alone. Her hand hovered over her stomach like it might offer answers, or comfort, or maybe just proof that something had changed. It hadn’t. Not really. Not yet. But it would.
Christina had only left to get tea. A ten-minute window to fall apart without an audience. Not enough time to completely lose it, she supposed, but enough time to spiral.
What the hell was she supposed to do?
Adoption. Keep it. Abort it.
Or she could do what she always defaulted to. She could run away. She could disappear. Hop a bus. Go to a big city somewhere. Change her name. Start over again.
It wouldn’t be the first time she ran away. But last time she didn't go far, just from the orphanage to Muddy Creek. Didn't even leave the city. Plus even as the fan
