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

Unwanted touch

Suddenly, Drew gently grabbed my arm, a touch that was now unfamiliar and unwanted. The desperation in his eyes was clear, but it only intensified the inner conflict between us. His grip reminded me of all the trust that had long since been shattered to pieces. This was not the Drew I thought I knew, and the former safety between us felt infinitely distant.

Letting go of the past

"Let go!" I whispered fiercely, my emotions bubbling under the surface and threatening to spill over. "Drew, not now," I pleaded, trying to hide the turmoil inside me. His hesitation was palpable, but eventually he let go of my arm and the weight of the moment settled heavily between us. We remained in that tense silence - two people, unsure where the fragments would fall next.