A few seconds later, Anna fell limp. At that exact moment, a luxury car came in front of her. A man in a black suit got out with a face full of anxiety, called her name and swiftly carried her into the car.
"Your pregnancy needs to be well cared for, Miss. It's very delicate," the doctor said in a concerned tone.
Anna stared blankly out of the hospital room window, her hand resting on her still-flat belly. After days of weakness, she was finally allowed to go home. The reality had just knocked on her heart’s door—that she was now pregnant with a child. A life she never planned for.
However, even though happiness should have come with the arrival of this little one, Anna felt far from it. Her heart weighed heavy as she thought about how slim the chance was for a bright future for both her and the child growing inside her. Pedro, the father, was no longer by her side. Their relationship was over, shattered in an instant.
Anna looked at her hand resting on her belly, feeling a mix of emotions—pity for the baby, anger at the situation, and loneliness. But one thing she was sure of: she would give birth and raise this child with all the strength she had.