I'm at a crossroads.
I've never felt this lost, not even during my darkest days. This is different. It's raw. It's suffocating. I don't know what to do, who to call, or where to turn. The truth stings: I don't have anyone—no one but Lily and our unborn baby.
I pace the narrow corridor outside the hospital room. The walls are painted a calm beige, but there's no calm inside me. My mind spirals as I try to grasp the enormity of what's happening. Lily, my Lily, is in a fight for her life and the life of our child. And me? I'm powerless.
A reckless thought enters my mind, one so absurd it shouldn't even exist. But it does, and I don't push it away. Instead, I let it take root because I need someone. Desperately.
My fingers hover over my phone. Nervous energy builds as I scroll through my contacts. There it is—her name. Vivienne.
