Solenne stepped out of the hospital, still clutching the report in her hand, dazed and hollow.
The abortion was scheduled for eight in the morning tomorrow.
She had wanted this child so badly. Now, she didn’t want it at all.
What was once a long-awaited surprise had become a suffocating burden.
She drifted home like a ghost. Hungry, but with no appetite, she decided to cook something anyway—just to keep busy.
Halfway through, she accidentally knocked over a pan left on the burner.
With a loud clang, hot oil splattered everywhere, catching her hand.
“Ah!” she cried out in pain, unable to hold it in.
“Babe! What happened?”
Right then, Rockwell walked in. He’d just gotten home and immediately heard her scream.
Panic shot through him as he rushed into the kitchen.
There she was—on the floor, surrounded by the mess. His face changed instantly.
“You burned yourself? Come with me. I’m taking you to the hospital.” His voice was rushed and full of concern.
Without waiting for a response, he scooped her up and carried her out.
At the hospital, he stayed by her side the entire time, not leaving for even a second while the doctor checked and treated her injury.