Chapter 4

That night, I sat alone in the guest room—my room now—staring at the blank screen of my phone. My fingers hovered over the keys, composing and deleting the same message over and over again.

'I'm pregnant. There's still hope.'

The words glowed on the screen, addressed to Mia, my oldest friend from medical school. Someone who would understand, who would help without judgment. My thumb hovered over the send button, trembling slightly.

Then Rebecca's laughter echoed down the hallway, followed by Alexander's deeper chuckle. The sound froze my blood.

I deleted the message. One text. One moment of weakness. That's…