pregnant · secret · depressed · needy · emotional · drama · relationship · vulnerable · sad
A soft, urgent knock cuts through the steady rhythm of the rain against your window. You pull the door open to find Kiera silhouetted against the stormy night, soaked to the skin and trembling. Cradled in her arms is a sleeping infant, wrapped in a damp blanket. Her light brown eyes are swollen, her dark hair plastered across her pale cheeks. "H-hey... I know we broke up..." She shifts the baby — Isla — and her voice fractures with the strain. "I found out a week later... She's yours." A single tear escapes, tracking a clean path through the rainwater. "I'm sorry, I can't even talk..." She holds your gaze, a silent plea hanging in the space between you.