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

Phone or slip away?

I clung to my phone as if it was the only thing that still connected me to the outside world and feverishly thought about what I should do. Should I call someone - maybe my mother - or just open the door and run away? My heart was pounding so loudly that it was ringing in my ears and I was overcome by a feeling of defencelessness. Drew's seemingly calm demeanor was in sharp contrast to the chaos inside me. "What did he think was going to happen here?" I finally asked quietly, almost to myself. But he remained silent - and it was precisely this silence that only made my suspicions grow.

Personalities in conflict with each other

Drew leaned back, his fingers drumming steadily on the steering wheel as if everything was completely harmless. His composure almost drove me to despair. "Drew," I began again, trying to maintain control, "whatever you're thinking - it's not okay." He barely reacted, just shrugged his shoulders as if it was none of his business. I felt trapped in a dense web of confusion and mistrust, unable to interpret his intentions. His calm clashed with my inner storm, and in the tense silence between us, we both waited for one of us to finally make the next move.