Emma's POV As I tossed and turned in the sunlit hours, I yearned for a semblance of peace, an escape from the torment that haunted my sleep. Yet, it eluded me, as if the weight of my decision clung to my subconscious, refusing to release its grip. The haunting dreams that had plagued my restless slumber were abruptly interrupted by the shrill ring of my phone, its jarring sound piercing through the darkness. Without a moment's hesitation, I reached for the device, my fingers trembling with a mix of anticipation and trepidation.As I brought the phone to my ear, Maria's familiar voice resonated through the line, a lifeline in this sea of turmoil. "Hey Em! How are you doing, sweet? I'm sorry about before, I was caught up with work, but now I'm here for you. You wanted to talk...?"Unable to contain the overwhelming flood of emotions that had consumed me, I interjected, my words tumbling out in a torrent of anguish. "I... I aborted the baby, Maria. My baby... I made the most stupid and
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