~ JESSICA ~
I was beginning to lose my mind.
One week of confinement, one week without seeing Harrison, without knowing what he was up to, without even the slightest hint of what his next move might be—it was unbearable.
I rested my back on the fluffy pillows behind me as my fingers absentmindedly traced the small bump on my belly, a tangible reminder of the life growing inside me. The nausea had eased slightly, but the exhaustion was ever-present. I had started to notice small changes—my breasts were tender, and my appetite had shifted, though I rarely felt hungry. But more than anything, I felt heavy. Not just physically, but mentally and emotionally. The weight of my situation was pressing down on me, suffocating me with each passing day, and I didn't know how to handle it.
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