C56 A plan
Octavia sat anxiously in the room, her hands sweating beside her.
She tried so hard to control the anxiety; tried so hard to stop herself from shaking, but she couldn't.
Tears rested on her lids at the thought of being pregnant but wanting to flush the child. The whole thing was still like a dream to her.
She sniffed and lifted her hand to her tummy, holding it tight.
Well, perhaps