Adrian sat in his living room that night, the lights dim, his thoughts heavy. He could not take Savannah’s face out of his mind—the way she cried when she talked about her husband, the way she held her belly like it was her only shield.
His closest friend, Daniel, dropped by. Daniel was the kind of man who always noticed when something was off. He looked at Adrian, shook his head, and said, “You are not yourself. What’s going on?”
Adrian leaned back, rubbing his forehead. “I met someone.”
Daniel raised a brow. “So that’s what it is. A woman. Tell me.”
Adrian let out a deep sigh. “Her name is Savannah. She’s… different. She’s young, she’s pregnant, and she was working herself almost to death in a laundry shop. I found her when she fainted, Daniel. If I hadn’t been there, I don’t
