Abigail and Christopher finally came out of the boat house and headed toward the restaurant, where Brad and Anastasia had been waiting for them. The evening was tranquil; the sky was painted in hues of twilight, and the air carried a gentle breeze that ruffled Abigail's hair.
Yet, beneath the surface, Abigail was battling her own discomfort. A queasiness settled in her stomach, and a subtle pain tugged at her abdomen.
She walked alongside Christopher, each step feeling like an effort to maintain her composure and not let her discomfort show. She was determined not to cast a shadow over Christopher's mood, especially given the lovely evening they were about to share with their friends Brad and Anastasia.
She paused for a moment. Her fingers pressed gently against her abdomen, her lips pursing as she closed her eyes, wishing the pain and unease to pass. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to regain control.
