Wendy's POV

I sat on the edge of my bed, the pregnancy test still sitting on the bathroom counter. Two pink lines. Positive. The result kept flashing in my mind, over and over again, until it felt like it was carved into my skull.

Pregnant.

My hand drifted toward my stomach. A life—George’s child—growing inside me. I should have been freaking out more, panicking, but instead, I felt… numb.

No part of me regretted it. Not really. But the weight of what this meant… that was the part I wasn’t ready to face yet.

How was I supposed to tell George? Or was I even going to tell him at...