It’s been an hour since Paula left, and I’m still lying here with my phone open on the messaging app.

Mrs. Rosa’s name is already in the recipient box—but I haven’t typed a single word.

Honestly, I feel a deep, crawling unease. Even the sound of the wind outside feels like Paula’s footsteps coming closer. Sometimes I think I hear her calling my name.

I’m losing my mind because of that damn woman.

If Frank hadn’t gone off with his ex, I swear I would’ve followed him. I would’ve taken the risk and run—anywhere, as long as it was far from them.

This whole situation is suffocating me.

I’m not ready to talk to Mrs. Rosa. What if she finds out the truth? What if she realizes this pregnancy is a lie?

What if I disappoint her even more?

I’ve already made too many mistakes.

Suddenly, my phone rings, and I jump in shock.

My heart races wildly as I see the name on the screen—Mrs. Rosa.

Thank God it’s not a video call, but still, I panic.

I’m alone—what if she wants to speak to Fredric?

What if s