Isabella Hawthorne
The world blurred through a veil of tears. The weight of their expectations, the crushing blow of dashed hopes, it all pressed down on me, heavy and suffocating. My legs gave way, and I sank onto the cold steps of the Town Hall, hidden away from the world in the quiet shadows. Each sob wracked my body, echoing against the stone walls with a hollow sadness.
This was supposed to be it. Finally, answers. Clarity. Instead, I was left with more questions, each one a barbed hook sinking deeper into my already churning emotions. Why did Dr. Pierce say the DNA sample was incomplete? Did it mean something was wrong with me? With the baby? The thought sent a fresh wave of panic crashing through me, stealing my breath.
"Oh, Gods," I whispered, burying my face in my knees. What h
