Amy didn’t even realize how far she had walked until her legs started hurting.The city moved around her in a blur, cars honking, people talking, footsteps passing, but none of it truly registered in her mind.All she could hear was:I’m pregnant.The words replayed over and over like a cruel punishment.By the time she finally stopped a cab, her eyes were swollen from crying silently.“Where to, ma?” the driver asked.Amy opened her mouth, but no answer came immediately.Then one place entered her mind.The only place that had ever felt safe.“My grandmother’s place,” she whispered softly before giving the address.The ride felt long.Too long.Amy leaned her head against the window as tears slipped quietly down her cheeks again. She was exhausted emotionally, mentally, physically.She didn’t want explanations.She didn’t want phone calls.She didn’t want to hear Zion defend himself.Right now, she only wanted peace.The moment the cab stopped in front of the small bungalow, Amy felt
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