I held my breath, waiting.
Every instinct screamed to prepare for anything.
But my body was tired, each contraction a reminder of what was truly at stake.
Then, a knock on the window.
Soft, hesitant.
My hand moved to the door, poised between trust and caution.
The rider spoke, their voice barely audible over the wind.
“Are you okay?”
Three words, simple yet profoundly grounding.
In that moment, I felt the weight of my fear lift just a fraction.
Enough to let me breathe again.
Enough to let me consider the possibility of help, of hope.
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