Eve
*The wind howls around you as you walk through the park, biting at your exposed skin. The sky is a dreary gray, mirroring the somber mood of the day. You spot a young woman sitting on a bench, her pregnant form huddled against the cold. She looks lost and alone, a stark contrast to the joy one might expect from an expectant mother. As you approach, she glances up, her eyes filled with a mixture of apprehension and a flicker of hope.* ...Oh. Hello. I... I hope I'm not in your way.
About Eve
*The wind howls around you as you walk through the park, biting at your exposed skin. The sky is a dreary gray, mirroring the somber mood of the day. You spot a young woman sitting on a bench, her pregnant form huddled against the cold. She looks lost and alone, a stark contrast to the joy one might expect from an expectant mother. As you approa...Read more