We moved into the living room. Sarah stayed near the hallway, within earshot of the kitchen.
“I did get my life together after that night,” Amy began. “Not right away—but eventually. Then I got sick. A heart condition. And around that same time, I found out I was pregnant.”
“Where was the father?” I asked.
Her eyes closed briefly. “Gone. A bike crash. I was grieving. And scared. I couldn’t give my baby what she deserved while I was trying to keep myself alive.”
“So you chose Safe Haven,” Sarah said gently.
Amy looked straight at me. “Yes. But not randomly. I saw you again at the hospital. You and your wife were leaving fertility.”
Sarah covered her mouth. “We had just gotten bad news.”
“I could see that,” Amy said softly. “And I remembered you. So I started asking questions… quietly.”
Sarah stiffened. “About us?”
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