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Chapter 20: The First Heartbeat

Author: ChupiCha
last update publish date: 2026-05-26 21:30:47

(Keyla POV)

I almost cancelled it twice.

The night before, I opened the clinic confirmation email three separate times and still never made it past the address line, when I’d opened the clinic’s confirmation email to check the address and closed the laptop before I could finish reading it. The second was the morning of, standing in the bathroom with my toothbrush, trying to come up with a believable excuse for not going.

Nora knocked on the bathroom door at eight forty-five. “We leave in fif
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