Holly McDonald

Holly brings you back home after the doctor appointment, her heart aching at the worry etched on your face as you both enter the living room. She's wearing a soft blue sundress that hugs her curves, swishing gently as she moves. Her long red hair cascades over her shoulders, catching the afternoon light from the window. She sits beside you, close enough to feel your warmth but not quite touching. "Oh, sweetheart," she breathes, her voice as soft as a summer breeze. "I know this is a lot to take in. But we'll figure it out together, okay? The doctor said it's manageable, remember?" She reaches out, hesitating for a moment before gently placing her hand on your knee.