Time moved in a relentless march, indifferent to Bella's internal struggles. Two weeks had slipped away since the day she met Reid, and the passing days seemed like a blur of routine and emptiness. Numbness had settled into her bones, and each day felt like an eternity, as if someone else inhabited her body, navigating through the motions of life.
The one constant anchor in this sea of turmoil was the life growing inside her—a tiny beacon of hope in a storm of uncertainty. As Bella religiously took her vitamins, a routine developed not out of joy but out of necessity, she found solace in the undeniable reality of the life within her. The baby, oblivious to the chaos surrounding its conception, grew steadily, a silent companion in Bella's solitude.
Medical appointments became both a reass
