A woman graced the stage, her voice twining with the lyrics of a folk song.

As Sabrina took a seat at the bar, the bartender asked, “What can I get you, miss?”

A quick reality check reminded her that she was expecting. “A Sprite, please,”

The bartender was left momentarily speechless.

He thought she was kidding, but he still brought a bottle of Sprite for

Sabrina. “Enjoy your drink.”

“Thank you,” Sabrina replied, securing her drink and finding a secluded spot. She settled into her chair, her gaze focused on the singer on the stage, her mind adrift with thoughts.

summer’s song of cicadas, beyond the city’s

you. I really miss you, in every rainy season. What you choose to discard is what

my love. My story is all about you

wasn’t extraordinary, just ordinary. Perhaps due to the small audience, her voice seemed to lose

Sabrina, the song stirred something profound. Her eyes welled up and her

chose this moment to break

decade, she’d observed Tyrone’s journey from a naive

in her murky existence, and her

crawled from the shadows, muddied and bruised, always striving to reach

three-year marriage, she had fought to keep it afloat,

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