Savannah woke up in a strange room. For a moment she didn’t move. Her eyes looked at the ceiling, the white curtains, the clean floor. It was quiet, not like the noisy place she used to sleep in. No rats, no smell, no broken bed. This was different. Too different.
Her hand rested on her stomach. The baby was calm, but her heart was not. She sat up slowly and looked around. The room was well furnished. The bed was soft, the sheets new. A small lamp glowed on the side table. Everything looked perfect, but she didn’t feel at home. She felt out of place, like she didn’t belong.
Adrian’s voice came from the door. “You’re awake.”
She turned her head quickly. He walked in holding a paper bag. He looked fresh, dressed in a simple shirt, and carried a calm air. He placed the bag on the table.
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