—Amira—

Adrenaline coursed through me.

My hands trembled, my finger hovering over the phone.

A simple click would open the email and reveal the father of my baby— whether Sammy or Nathaniel.

My heart pounded.

A bead of sweat rolled down my spine.

“Is everything okay?”

I spun. Mama stood in the doorway, eyes dark with worry.

I clutched my chest and let out a relieved breath. All my life, I'd never been this close to a panic attack.

“Y-yes,” I stuttered.

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