Adrian could not sleep that night. He kept turning on his bed, staring at the ceiling, but Savannah’s face refused to leave his mind. He had seen many women before, but none stayed in his thoughts like her. There was something about her. She was fragile yet strong, broken yet still standing. And she was carrying a child alone.
He remembered the way she cried in the hospital when she told him about her husband. Her voice shook, her eyes were swollen, but she still tried to hold herself together. Any other woman would have broken completely, but not Savannah. That strength touched something in him he could not explain.
The city lights shone outside his window, but Adrian’s mind was not on the city. He kept thinking of her small room, the weak bed, and the way she nodded when he asked i
