The door creaked open, and Stacey stepped inside, her face pale. She froze when she saw Brenda by the window, holding the baby. Tears welled in her eyes, and she bit her lip as she looked at her mother. Brenda’s voice was low but firm. “What’s all this, Stacey?”
Stacey didn’t reply. Her lower lip trembled as tears spilled down her cheeks. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but no words came. Instead, she stood frozen, silent except for the sound of her quiet sobs, her mother’s horrified gaze locked onto her.