72 "Divided Heart"

Emma

I woke up in that hospital room, confused and disoriented. My memory was foggy, and all I could recall was the moment I had fainted. Andrew was there, looking at me with an expression I wasn't quite sure how to interpret. It was as if he was surprised by my presence, as if I were a revelation.

He said he loved me, and my words came out harsh and impulsive. "You can only love yourself."

Everything felt confusing, and my head throbbed from the dizziness I still felt. Going back to him wasn't what I wanted, but at that moment, it seemed like the only option. If I continued to get sick, with complications in my pregnancy, working as a waitress, and having to hide from Andrew, the chances of my child surviving were minimal. The choice was forced, but I needed to think about the well-being of the baby.

The doctor entered the room, and his friendly expression reassured me somewhat. He asked how I was feeling, and I responded honestly.

"A little better," I said, trying to smile. "The diz