Kayla's POV
For three weeks, my world was reduced to the four walls of my bedroom and the blinding blue light of my laptop screen.
Depression is a silent, suffocating weight. It didn't just sit on my chest; it Followed me to my bed, making even the simple act of breathing feel like an exhausting chore.
I spent days staring at the ceiling, paralyzed by the terrifying reality of my life. Unemployed..
Homeless.. if Sarah ever grew tired of taking care of me. And singlehandedly carrying the child of a stranger who didn't even know I existed.
Every morning, the morning sickness hit me like a train, leaving me leaning over the toilet while clutching my stomach in tears. But every afternoon, Sarah would walk through the door, set a warm plate of food beside me, and force me to sit up.
"You
