Gina

I sit still for a moment after the line goes quiet, my fingers resting on the small device beside me, my ears still ringing with every word I just heard.

Emma’s voice, soft but stubborn and Knox’s cold angry voice. 

Every word plays again in my head like a song I cannot turn off.

Pregnant? Emma is pregnant?

My grip tightens around the glass of whiskey in my hand, my chest rising and falling too fast. For a second, I cannot even think straight. Then the meaning settles deep in my bones, and something inside me snaps.

“No!” I scream, my voice breaking out of me before I can...