The Return Of Franklin Miles

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-ONE

Daisy Bernard was sitting on the edge of her bed, staring blankly at the wall. Her body was tired, every little movement seemed to require extra effort. Her stomach twisted into knots, a familiar sensation these days, and the constant waves of nausea made her mood worse. She hadn’t told many people yet, but the signs were starting to show. She couldn’t ignore it anymore—there was a life growing inside her, and it terrified her.

She ran a hand through her hair and exhaled slowly. The plan had felt airtight weeks ago, like a surefire way to ensure her and her babies future and security. But now? Now, the weight of it all felt unbearable. And Franklin... He had no clue what was coming.

Her mother, Mrs. Bernard, entered the room, as she often did, without knocking. “How are you doing today?” she asked, though it sounded more like an inspection than a genuine question. She studied Daisy with an analytical eye, her lips tightening at the sight of her daughter’s pale face and slouched postur