~Jennie’s~

“I’m fine. I swear I’m fine,” I whisper, but I’m not even convincing myself.

The monitors disagree with me anyway—one beeps slow and steady, another jumps every time my heart stutters. There’s an ache in my lower back and a squeezing pressure curling around my bump. And the cuff on my arm keeps inflating over and over, as if it’s just as suspicious of my denial.

I don’t know how I got here. Well—I do. I remember standing too long during that investor debrief, then gripping the desk when my vision fuzzed out and my stomach clenched. But everything after that is just voices, wheels, white walls, and Leo’s...