Brinda's P.O.V “Sofie, are we done packing?!” I shouted, my voice bouncing off the walls, half excited, half in disbelief.From the bathroom, Sofie yelled back, “Yes, girl! Finally! All the clothes, baby stuff, your documents—everything! Even that ridiculous pile of shoes you insisted on bringing!”I let out a breathy laugh while brushing my teeth. “That wasn’t ridiculous. That was emotional support footwear.” I said. She stepped in, hands on her waist, shaking her head dramatically. “You and your excuses. Brinda, I swear, one day I’ll write a book about you.” while I smiled softly.If only she knew how close to breaking I was inside.Sofie dropped beside me, nudging my shoulder. “But seriously… we did it. You’re really about to start over.”I swallowed.Start over.Those words hit deeper than she knew.I placed my hand over my belly, rubbing slow circles. “Yeah… start over.”She stood up suddenly like she remembered something. “Oh! I almost forgot. I’m heading to the mall to grab
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