Camilla sat on the bathroom floor, her arms wrapped around her knees, staring at the small plastic stick on the counter. Two lines. Clear as day. No room for doubt.
Pregnant.
A shaky breath left her lips. Her stomach twisted—not from morning sickness, though she had spent the last few days emptying what little food she could manage to eat. This was different. This was fear, uncertainty, a tidal wave of emotions crashing over her all at once.
She had dreamed of a future with Ethan, had envisioned a life together. But not like this. Not while he was thousands of miles away, facing dangers she couldn’t even begin to comprehend. How was she supposed to do this alone?
Would he be happy? Would he be scared? Did he even want this right now?
Her fingers trembled as she reached for her phone.
