Isabella sat curled up on her bed, knees drawn to her chest, her pillow damp from tears. The pregnancy tests still lay on her nightstand two little pink lines that had changed her entire world in a single morning.

Her mother,had tried to comfort her before leaving for an errand, but nothing seemed to help. No words could silence the fear that kept spinning in her head what if Colton didn’t want this baby? What if he regretted being with her?

She had never felt so small, so unsure.

A light knock echoed from downstairs. Isabella froze. Her heart skipped once, then again.

She hurried to the mirror, wiping her...