Andrew's eyes searched Astrid's face, confusion etched on his own. Why had she pulled away? He rubbed his forehead, feeling the weight of his heart. Astrid's tears flowed freely, her body shaking uncontrollably. Andrew's arms enveloped her, offering comfort. "It's okay," he whispered softly, his voice trembling with empathy.
Astrid's voice trembled, "I'm sorry I failed you." The hospital room doors creaked open, and the head of marketing hesitated before entering. "Sir, I...I'm sorry to interrupt." Andrew nodded, and the man continued, "An anonymous user uploaded a video of Miss Astrid online. It's...going viral." Astrid's gaze lifted, horror flickering across her face.
The video played, showing her being forced to take abortion pills. The comments section scrolled by, a blur of vicious accusations and photoshopped images. Astrid's fingers clenched Andrew's shirt, her nails digging deep. "We've seen enough," he said softly, dismissing the marketing head. Astrid's whisper was barely au
