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

me, so

softly, glancing at the pen in her hand. Her eyes

but it's obvious you're not just looking

eyes widened in disbelief. How did

want to keep the

thinks ending the pregnancy is best for you, too. You've got a bright future ahead, and with a cousin like Allen backing you,

fixed on Fiona with fierce determination, as if daring her to try and take her baby

I'll give you some medication. At this stage, it should

the air, the office fell silent, only to be abruptly

a small fortune to import that equipment, and being incredibly money-conscious, she angrily shoved Erica

"Get out!"

core of the equipment's screen, a piece she'd spent endless

spun around, her eyes flashing coldly, like a predator

you won't be able to protect your child. If you think public opinion will save you, think again. Not even

to the complexities of the situation, looked at

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