She Became Glamorous after the Engagement Annulment - Part3

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the faint scent of old paperbacks, a familiar comfort in Tanya's quiet apartment. Outside, the city hummed with the morning rush, a stark contrast to the stillness within.
She traced the rim of her mug, her thoughts a tangled skein of memories and anxieties. Joel's words from last night echoed in her mind, 'We had a…' He hadn't finished, and neither had she. The unspoken word, 'child,' hung between them, a ghost in the room.
Her gaze drifted to the framed photograph on the mantelpiece—a blurry image of a tiny hand clutching a finger. It was the only tangible connection she had to the little angel she had birthed and then lost, a constant ache in her heart.
Suddenly, the ring of her phone shattered the silence, pulling her back to the present. It was Hillary. Tanya's jaw tightened. The facade of calm she so carefully maintained threatened to crack.
