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I hoped she would agree with me.
That was all I wanted.
Not approval. Not love. Not even acceptance.
Just… agreement.
A chance.
A chance to keep this child.
The parking lot felt strangely quiet despite the distant sounds of people moving around the hospital entrance. My fingers stayed pressed against my stomach unconsciously, like I was protecting something fragile before it even had the chance to exist properly.
Two weeks.
Only two weeks.
The thought still felt unreal.
I looked at Mrs. Robert standing across from me. Her expression was unreadable, and for a second, I convinced myself that maybe she had softened.
Maybe she would understand.
Taking a careful breath, I said quietly—
“My husband already knows about it.”
The words had barely left my mouth when she f
