She doesn't want the pregnancy anymore

Alexander glanced at Anna, his heart sinking as he saw the exhaustion in her eyes. He turned and called Lisa into the living room. "Can you make dinner for Anna?" he asked softly, keeping his gaze on Anna, who was curled up in the chair looking utterly drained.

Lisa, standing in the doorway with a dishrag over her shoulder, raised an eyebrow. "Sure, Mr. Voss. What would you like, Anna?" she asked, her voice light and cheerful.

Anna sighed, running a hand through her tangled hair. "I don't know, Lisa," she mumbled. "I just want Alex to hold me."

Lisa blinked, her eyes widening in exaggerated surprise. "Well, that's a menu item I can't cook," she said with a chuckle, folding her arms across her chest. "But I'll make you something comforting."