Alethea

“Ally, are you okay?” Selena asks, her voice trembling with concern as she cups my face gently in her hands. Her eyes search mine, and I can feel the genuine care radiating from her.

Whoever Selena is, she must truly care about me. In just the short time I’ve been awake, her concern for me has been unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. No one has ever looked at me the way she does.

I swallow hard, my hands shaking as they move to my stomach. My breaths come faster. “I… I’m pregnant,” I stammer, my voice barely above a whisper. “How? When? Who… who’s responsible?”

My mind spirals with...