A trip to Paris

"Derek!" she muttered.

"We have to go! Tomorrow we will look for him," Rebecca said.

"Rebecca, that's Derek!"

"Charlotte! Get a grip on yourself," Rebecca said harshly as she shook her by the shoulders. "We will talk to him! For now, we need to get you to the hotel to rest! You shouldn't stress yourself, Charlotte. It's not good for the baby, okay? Come on!"

Charlotte reluctantly took her bag, feeling a part of her leave with Derek as he drove off.

At the hotel, Rebecca guided Charlotte to their room, helping her settle into one of the armchairs by the window. "Here, drink this," Rebecca said, handing Charlotte a glass of water.

"It’ll help you calm down."

Charlotte took a sip, her hands trembling slightly. "I can't believe it was him so easily. After all these months..."

"I know," Rebecca said, sitting across from her. "It’s a shock. But you need to focus on staying calm. For you and the baby."

Charlotte nodded, wiping away her tears. "What if he doesn’t want to see me? What if he’s