Emma
Time flew quickly, and I was already in my final trimester. The pregnancy was progressing well. Apart from a few nights of heartburn and some days when my feet swelled painfully, I had no major issues.
Once Alex’s travel documents and mine were finally ready, I sat with my laptop night after night, searching for a place we could start over. I looked for a quiet city in the UK; somewhere affordable, safe, and good for raising a child. When I found a simple apartment that fit the budget, I paid the deposit without thinking twice.
It wasn’t luxury, but it was ours. A roof where no one would watch me, question me, or control my movements.
I kept telling myself the same thing: Everything has to be ready before the due date. Because the moment I delivered the twins safely, handed them o
