one hundred and seventy one

Jenny’s POV

I could feel the weight of Elijah's words crashing down on me as he yelled in frustration. Guilt gnawed at me, I knew I shouldn't have left the room. His concern was valid, my life was in danger, but the silence about the threat was suffocating. I was certain it was his mother behind it all, but why the secrecy? Why keep me in the dark about the looming danger?

The room felt like a prison, each wall closing in on me. I refused to be a helpless pawn in someone else's game. With each passing moment, the need to speak up, to defend myself and my unborn child, grew stronger. Elijah's misguided attempt to protect me by confining me felt like a cage. I couldn't allow fear to dictate my actions; I needed to find my voice, to fight for my safety and that of my child.

Elijah's intentions stemmed from a place of concern, but his approach only fueled my resolve to break free from this confinement. I needed to confront the threat head-on, to face the enemy, even if it meant standing a