Elizabeth
The steering wheel feels cold against my palms, even though the heater in the car is blasting.
My fingers grip it tightly as I drive, the city blurring past me. My chest feels heavy, and my thoughts swirl like a storm. Too many questions haunt me, gnawing at the edges of my sanity.
I take a sharp breath and force my focus back onto the road.
My hands tremble slightly, but I press on. The car radio hums softly in the background, but I’m not listening. My mind keeps returning to Dr. Maggie Walker—my OBGYN through everything. She’d know. She had to know.
Christopher's office offered no answers.
The sight of the familiar plaza brings a strange mix of comfort and unease.
I park in my usual spot, second from the end, where the shadow of the large oak tree shades the car. As I st
