POV: Maya

I stared at the calendar on my phone for the hundredth time, counting the days again like somehow the math would be different this time. Two weeks. I was two weeks late.

My hands trembled as I set the phone down on my bed. This couldn't be happening. Not now. Not when my entire life was already falling apart.

I thought back to that afternoon at Jake's house, the golden marks on my skin, the way the world had exploded around us. We'd been so caught up in the moment, in each other, in the desperate need to feel something good after so much bad. We hadn't used...