That night, Savannah could not sleep. She lay on the bed, her hand on her stomach, her eyes staring at the ceiling. The sound of the baby’s heartbeat kept echoing in her mind. It was strong, steady, alive.
For the first time, she felt a small flicker of hope. But along with hope came fear.
She turned on her side, hugging her pillow. Adrian’s words from earlier played in her head. *You have me. I won’t let you go through this alone.*
Her chest tightened. No one had ever said such words to her before. Not Nathaniel, not anyone. All her life she had carried pain alone. And now, suddenly, this man had walked into her storm and was holding an umbrella over her head. Why?
She squeezed her eyes shut. “Don’t believe him,” she whispered to herself. “Don’t be a fool again.”
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