The delivery room was chaotic. Sweat and urgency filled the air as Nurse Clara held the trembling hand of 19-year-old Lily. When the baby girl arrived, a brief moment of relief washed over Lily.
Then, the doctor asked gently: “Who is the father?”
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Lily’s composure instantly shattered. She began to sob uncontrollably, clutching Clara’s arm. Her tears held more than just delivery pain—they held a deep, profound terror. “Please… don’t tell him yet,” she managed to whisper before exhaustion overwhelmed her. The staff exchanged worried glances. Lily wouldn’t even look toward the bassinet; her eyes were fixed on some private dread.
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