I collapsed into Victoria’s embrace, my body racked with sobs as I clung to her like a lifeline. "I'm pregnant, oh God, I'm pregnant," I wailed, my voice shattered by despair.
Victoria’s arms wrapped around me, holding me close as I surrendered to the anguish that had been building inside me. My tears soaked into her dress, my body trembling with the weight of my grief.
"I shouldn't be, I shouldn't be, I cant be, no… no, Vic do something," I moaned, my voice cracking with each word. "I'm not ready, I'm not ready to be a mother."
Victoria’s hands stroked my hair, her touch gentle and comforting, but I couldn't be consoled. I was consumed by the fear of the unknown, the terror of being trapped in a life I wasn't prepared for.
"I shouldn’t be ," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "What
