Dropping off the samples at the lab, I felt a mix of fear and anticipation, eager for the results. As days passed, my interactions with Fiona became strained. Every time she visited, my suspicions deepened, making it harder to hide my unease. The tension finally reached a boiling point when David, Fiona, and I were watching TV together. I snapped, demanding to know the truth about Sofia’s parentage, revealing the birthmark I had seen. Both David and Fiona were stunned by my accusation.
Unable to handle their silence, I fled the house in a panic, seeking refuge in a hotel. The stress made me physically ill, and soon I began to suspect that I might be pregnant. A trip to the pharmacy confirmed it. The reality of my pregnancy, combined with my suspicions about David and Fiona, left me feeling trapped and alone. Eventually, I returned home to confront them. Upon arriving, I brushed past Fiona’s attempt to speak, determined to pack my things and leave.
