Ophelia's POV My hands felt cold throughout the ride home.The cab's cooler wasn't even set very low. The driver looked at me through the back mirror many times, like he was checking if I was okay. My body stayed tight and hard, as if a hidden string had been pulled too hard around my chest.A black bag sat next to me. There wasn’t a lot in it, but it was enough to make my heart speed up every time I looked at it. Hellen had set everything up. In a chill way, like she was picking out a dress for a party with me, she handed me a paper, the right words to say and even the looks I should have.I ought to have felt happy. After all, that was why I went to meet her, right? To find a way out. To stop the falsehood about this pregnancy before everything blew up in my face.Weirdly, the nearer the cab got to home, the more sick I felt.The second I walked in, it quietly greeted me. The home was big for one person to stay in. Way too calm. Wa
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