Sierra pov.
As I sat on the bed, the door slowly opened, and Dean walked in, carrying a comforting bottle of soft drink. His gentle smile brightened my day as he handed it to me. I whispered my gratitude, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort.
I still carried William's child inside me, and it made me realize that this chapter of my life wasn't entirely closed. Yes, I did feel guilty about considering letting go of my child, but I was beginning to see a future without a connection to William.
After a moment of silence, I mustered the courage to speak up. "Do you think everything I've done is right? Do I bear responsibility for everything that's happened to me?" Tears welled up in my eyes, and the pain inside me was overwhelming.
Dean comforting embrace enveloped me as he drew me closer.
