“I’m fine,” I mumbled my words a feeble whisper that hung heavy with the weight of my inadequacy, feeling a deep sense of pathetically bad as I realized the burden I unwittingly placed on everyone, the air thick with their collective concern.

“You don’t look fine,” Olivia said worriedly as Silvio gave me a concerned stare. “Is she sick?” She asked once again.

His gaze held a subtle but undeniable concern.

Silvio nodded grimly. “Yes, she—”

“May be pregnant,” Olivia blurted out suddenly, Silvio and my Dad froze in place with identical looks of shock on their faces.

Olivia's words hung in the air, and my eyes widened with a...