BellaI was lying on the couch, half-watching some mindless show on my laptop, a blanket pulled up to my chin. The apartment was quiet except for the low murmur of the dialogue and the occasional car passing outside. My hand rested absently on my stomach, the slight firmness there still feeling both surreal and terrifying.The sound of a car pulling up outside made me pause the video. I glanced toward the window, expecting nothing in particular.It was my father’s car.My heart dropped.And I realised that sooner or later I thought about was here and unfortunately it was much sooner than later. He stepped out, shoulders tense, face set in a way I hadn’t seen since I was a teenager who had done something truly stupid. He didn’t even knock. He just walked straight to my door and rapped sharply.I stood up slowly, legs shaky, and opened the door.Dad stood there, breathing hard, eyes already glistening with a mix of anger, pain, and betrayal so raw it made my knees weak.“Bella,” he sai
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