Responsible

VIVIAN

The loud murmur of voices from outside my room stirred me awake.

Rubbing my eyes, I strained to make sense of the conversation echoing through the walls.

The voices were familiar… my foster parents. Unease gripped me as I threw off the covers, my heart suddenly racing.

Why were they here so early? And why did it sound like something serious was going on?

Taking a deep breath, I stepped toward the door, cracking it open slowly.

Mrs. Anderson’s voice greeted me first. “Oh, you’re awake. Good morning,” she said casually, holding a cup of coffee.

Standing beside her was Dr. Lewis. The second family doctor. The one who had done my pregnancy test.

The moment I saw him, my breath caught in my throat. Shock rippled through me, freezing me in place.

What was he doing here? And why now?

Panic surged through my veins as I locked eyes with Mrs. Anderson, who looked far too calm, as if everything was perfectly normal.

But nothing about this was normal.

Mrs. Anderson walked toward me with