CHAPTER NINETEEN
Two days later, Savannah was discharged from the hospital. She walked out slowly, her steps weak, her hand resting on her stomach. Adrian was beside her, carrying the small bag of clothes she had. He had insisted on driving her home.
Savannah kept quiet the whole ride. She didn’t want him to see where she stayed. Shame burned in her chest. But she also knew she could not lie to him forever.
The car stopped in front of an old building, the walls cracked, paint fading. Savannah lowered her eyes, wishing he would just drop her and leave.
“This is the place?” Adrian asked, his brows lifting.
“Yes,” she whispered.
He didn’t speak again. He followed her up the stairs. The steps creaked under their weight. Finally, she reached her small room and pushed the door
