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

Gathering strength

I turned my eyes to the scattered papers and began to collect them - each sheet only seemed to strengthen my resolve. Regret was heavy in the air, but so was my determination to ensure that nothing like this could ever happen again. I couldn't allow myself any more illusions. Drew watched me, his face a canvas of conflicting emotions that I could no longer trust. This was a turning point - only I didn't know where it would lead us.

Public spectacle

Out of nowhere, a jogger stopped and witnessed our protracted battle of words. Her presence made it clear how public our argument had become. Faces turned curiously in our direction and I felt uncomfortable exposing my pain and Drew's actions to a stranger. At the same time, it heightened the crackling tension between us, an inevitable spectacle that neither of us could escape.