"I'm pregnant!" she shouted as the officers approached, their flashlights cutting through the dark. "Please, just help the baby."
Natsuki gasped for air, the pressure in her abdomen sharp and terrifying. She didn't look at the driver. She didn't care if he ran. She kicked her door open, stumbling out into the humid night air. Pregnant Natsuki Hatakeyama Dwi 01 Part 2 Avil BETTER
Natsuki closed her eyes. She was seven months along, and the life she had imagined for her child was already slipping through her fingers. She had spent the last hour trying to convince him to pull over, to let her take the wheel, or better yet, to just stop the car and walk. But he was in a state of "avil"—a desperate, buzzing energy that made him unreachable. "I'm pregnant
Beside her, the driver—a man whose face was etched with the kind of frantic exhaustion that comes from a life of bad choices—didn't respond. He just gripped the wheel harder. She didn't care if he ran
She realized then that being "better" wasn't about erasing the past or the dangerous ride that had brought her here. It was about ensuring that Part 2 of her life—and the first part of her child's—would never involve looking back in a rearview mirror at the mistakes of someone else. in the months following the incident?
"I'm done," she said, her voice finally steady. "I'm doing this on my own."