Laura
In my room, I had my bed against the wall with a window. As a teenager, I decided that I wanted to be able to wake up and look out the window, so I arranged my room accordingly.
As I lay on my side, gazing out at the view, I felt a sense of relief that my teenage self had made that choice. There’s something about looking out at nature that calms me down.
I heard my door open before I felt the bed shift. I didn’t need to turn around to know it was Stephen.
“You actually came,” I said softly, surprised by the tenderness in my voice. When did it get this soft? It doesn’t even sound like me.
“I’m so sorry, Laura. I should’ve never left you alone here,” Stephen replied, his hand resting gently on my stomach.
“The baby had a strong heartbeat,” I told him.
My voice still sounded frag
