Meet me at our spot.
She’d been here for a long time. For hours, actually, long before she actually sent the text to Preston with simple and perhaps stoic instructions. Sitting on a rock within the cave, looking out at the sea, wrapping her arms around her midsection. She wasn’t sure how to feel anymore. Only a few days ago, Hadley had looked down at a piece of plastic that spelled out her entire future for her, and she’d felt a pit of fear in her stomach. People already hated her enough. Preston's mother already hated her enough. With this… this would change everything.
For a few moments after, Hadley had considered the unthinkable: giving it up, getting rid of it, running away from it. It hadn’t taken long for her to banish that thought from ever stopping by again. Preston wouldn’t stand for it, and she wouldn’t keep this from him. And she wouldn’t become her mother, either. She would be a better mother, for the sake of her child, and for the sake of her peace of mind. Hadley had to do this, for herself. She was terrified, and lost, and small, and just shy of being completely alone in the world, but she still had Preston. She only had Preston.
That wasn’t true. Soon, she’d have someone else.
She tightened her grip around her stomach and took a deep breath, closing her eyes tightly as she waited to hear the footsteps. When she did, she opened her eyes and smiled tightly. “Preston.”