Fiona glanced at Erica, noticing her arched eyebrows and pleasant features. She absentmindedly twirled a pen in her hand, her eyes quietly studying the young woman before her, a faint smile giving her an approachable vibe.

"Name?" she asked.

"Erica," came the response.

"Age?"

"I just turned eighteen this year."

Well, she's the same age as me, Fiona thought.

"What's Allen to you?"

"He's my cousin. I really have nowhere else to go. If my mom finds out, she'll kill

My cousin has always looked out for me, so I

eyes twinkled

but it's obvious you're not just looking to

How did Fiona manage to see

yes, she did want to keep the

instructions. He thinks ending the pregnancy is best for you, too. You've got a bright future

silent, clutching her stomach protectively, her eyes fixed on Fiona with

give you some medication. At this stage, it should be pretty straightforward

be abruptly filled with chaos-Erica's hysterical screams

that equipment, and

"Get out!"

core of the equipment's screen, a

the brink of losing her cool, she spun around, her eyes

for this mess. Whatever you're planning, go ahead. But if it all blows up, you won't be able to protect your child. If you think public opinion

the complexities of the

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