Chapter 37
The night stretched long and restless, tangled with thoughts that refused to quiet. Alan's voice still lingered in her ears like an echo trapped between her ribs. I need you. I love you. Words that once would have meant everything now felt like a weight she wasn't sure she could carry. Sydney gripped the steering wheel tighter, her knuckles turning pale. She should've been relieved, shouldn't she? She had an option now—a chance at something that wasn't just loneliness or exile. But the fear slithered in, wrapping itself around her heart. What would his father say? What could he say? This—her, the baby—could ruin Alan. His reputation, his standing. He had worked so hard, fought his way out from his father's shadow. And now, if he chose her... everything could come crashing down. But then
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