Davina's POV
"Davina, you can't just rush into that kind of choice,"
Mom said at last, her tone soft yet unwavering. "It's a huge decision. Make the wrong call, and it could destroy you, leave you drowning in regret and shame forever."
My shoulders trembled as fresh tears streamed down my face. "But it would be for the best..." I sobbed, my voice cracking. "There's no dad in the picture, Mom. I can't handle this nightmare. I can't face it on my own."
Mom shifted to face me completely, taking my hands in hers and pressing them gently, as if she could somehow pass her strength into me.
"Alright, alright," Mom murmured, nodding slowly. "Whatever you choose, I'll stand behind you. I mean that. And I need you to understand—I'm not going anywhere. I'll be here for my grandchild, help raise her. You won't face this alone."
I stared at her, shaking my head as tears continued falling from my chin. "I'll be hours away. At college, Mom. By myself. I can't—"
