She said she wanted to keep the baby—he nodded and drove her straight to a hospital.

Weak grabs and protests

Drew hesitantly reached out to retrieve the papers. "Nina, wait..." he began, his voice full of weak apologies, but the urgency in his movements was in stark contrast to the calm he had previously pretended. His words were lost to mere noise next to the truth I held in my trembling hands, and each nervous reach for the papers only fanned the flames of my growing hurt and confusion.

Understanding his plan

Suddenly, I realized with frightening clarity that Drew had planned this behind my back. Every detail of the folder screamed of a decision he was trying to force upon me without me saying a word. This level of manipulation caught me completely off guard, a betrayal that hurt like a fresh wound. My head whirled and I struggled to keep up with the reality that was unfolding before me, while everything we had once shared seemed tainted by this realization.