*~Young Lilith's POV~*
So not only am I pregnant… but my child's life is in danger.
The weight of it slammed into me so hard I collapsed back onto the bed, eyes wide, lungs heaving. My whole body trembled.
The old woman brought the calabash closer, her crooked hand steady.
"Drink, child."
I shook my head, my heart racing. Everything was sinking in at once.
How will I do this? How will I keep running… while carrying a child? Do I keep running? Do I let the baby die? I can't be a mother. Not now. Not like this. I'm already a traitor. A runaway. A runaway lover. And now a mother?
No. Worse— a bad mother.
"You don't want that to happen," she said firmly, reading my thoughts as if I'd spoken them aloud. "If that child dies, you'll regret it for the rest of your life. Trust me. I speak from experience."
She sat beside me. I shivered. But her aura… it was calm, steady, ancient. Somehow, it seeped into me, cooling my panic.
