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"I'm done," she said, her voice finally steady. "I'm doing this on my own."

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"Can you slow down?" she asked, her voice tight. "The roads are slick." "I'm done," she said, her voice finally steady

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. AI responses may include mistakes

Hours later, in the sterile, fluorescent glow of the hospital, Natsuki watched the steady rhythm of the fetal monitor. The "Better" part of the story didn't start with a miracle; it started with a choice. As the doctor confirmed the baby was safe, Natsuki looked at the officer standing by the door—the one who had held her hand while the paramedics loaded her into the ambulance.

"I'm pregnant!" she shouted as the officers approached, their flashlights cutting through the dark. "Please, just help the baby."

The blue and red lights appeared in the rearview mirror like a sudden, violent heartbeat. "Pull over," Natsuki whispered. "Please." He didn't pull over. He hit the gas.