Choices

Lila sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers twisting the fabric of her blanket as she stared at the floor. The room felt smaller than usual, like the walls were closing in on her. The weight of her decision pressed against her chest, making it harder to breathe.

Mia sat cross-legged beside her, watching in silence. She hadn't said anything since Lila asked her to come in, and for that, Lila was grateful. She needed a moment to gather her words, to brace herself for the reaction she knew was coming.

Finally, she exhaled and lifted her head. "I've made up my mind."

Mia's brows furrowed, her hands tightening on her lap. "About what?"

Lila hesitated, then forced herself to say it. "The baby."

Mia's breath caught, her body going still. She didn't speak right away, but her eyes darkened with something unreadable.

"I can't keep it, Mia." Lila's voice was quiet, but firm. "I—I just can't."