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

Fueling my anger

Drew got out of the car and came after me. "Nina, please, let me explain," he said urgently and held out his hand to me. But his words hit me like oil on fire - they only made things worse. I whirled around, my heart pounding and the heat rising in my face. "How could you believe that this was okay?" I gasped, every word drenched in pain and bewilderment. For a moment, something twitched in his face - remorse perhaps, or shame - but he remained silent, and the lack of an answer cut deeper than any confession could have done.

Walking at a steady pace

The parking lot seemed to stretch endlessly and crush me at the same time as I paced restlessly, my thoughts whirling faster than my steps. "I don't understand, Drew," I finally said, my voice quieter but vibrating with tension. Each step echoed my frustration, and the solid ground beneath me offered no support, no reassurance. Drew stood a few meters away, unmoving, his expression wavering between regret and something unspeakable - something I couldn't interpret. Silence descended over us again, heavy and inescapable, as if even the air was holding its breath.