Stacy
As Sarah stayed overnight at my apartment, the weight of the decisions I had made hung heavy in the air. We sat in the cozy living room, the soft glow of the table lamp casting warm shadows across the room. Sipping on chamomile tea, we exchanged casual conversation until the inevitable question arose.
"So, Stacy," Sarah began, her voice laced with curiosity, "what did you and Mr. Carlton decide about your pregnancy?"
I took a moment to collect my thoughts, knowing that what I was about to share would come as a surprise to Sarah. The events of the past few days had been nothing short of surreal, and explaining it all was a task in itself.
"I've decided to resign from my job," I revealed, my voice steady but laden with a mixture of emotions.
Sarah's eyes widened in astonishment, h
