Walking out of the hospital, the reality of my situation began to settle in. I was pregnant. The word echoed in my mind, bringing a mix of emotions I couldn't comprehend. I felt overwhelmed, scared, and uncertain. I couldn't go home. I was still in a daze. I sat outside the hospital as I contemplated my situation.
Sitting on a bench, I watched people pass by, each with their own lives and problems. I felt like I was in a bubble, disconnected from everything around me. My mind raced with questions: How would I manage this? What would I do next?
But I knew what the biggest question of all was: Whose child was this? My mind immediately went to Edward. With what the doctor said—that I was nearly five to six weeks pregnant—this had to have been Edward's child. I must have run away while I wa
