Bella's POV
The memory struck me like lightning, vivid and unrelenting.
"You're carrying three babies," the doctor had announced, her eyes fixed on the ultrasound screen.
Joy flooded through me in waves I hadn't felt in years. After running from home, after all those nights wondering if my struggles meant anything, this moment felt like salvation itself.
For so long, I'd questioned whether fighting to survive was worth the pain. Whether every battle I'd fought was meaningless. But now, with three lives growing inside me, everything suddenly had purpose.
"Where's the father?" The doctor's clinical question sliced through my happiness.
I smoothed my dress with trembling hands and settled into the chair, my throat tight. That question haunted me constantly, a reminder of truths I couldn't speak. Every time someone asked about the father, my chest seized with memories I'd rather forget.
The door burst open behind me.
"Sorry for being late," a familiar voice commanded the room.
