I already moved off the hall to the emergency stairs. My back pressed to the cold concrete wall, phone still warm against my ear. Lukas's broken whisper kept echoing in my skull. 'I'm begging you.'

I took one shaky breath. Then another. Then I said it before I could talk myself out of it.

"Mateo... I have to tell you something."

Silence on his end. Not cold. Just waiting.

"I'm almost three weeks pregnant."

The line went dead quiet.

My heart slammed so hard I felt it in my throat. I started shaking-small, uncontrollable tremors in my fingers, my knees. Panic clawed up my chest like it wanted out. What...