It has been a week since Lorenzo and I got married. My father has been sending me texts to ask about the progress, but I haven’t been able to bring myself to respond. As soon as I see them, I delete the messages.

My birth control shot was due yesterday, and I’m torn between telling Lorenzo I need another one, or keeping it to myself and doing what my father wants.

My thoughts have been plaguing me all day, and I don’t even have Evelyn around to chatter and fill my head with her words. She has online classes today, so it is just me and Lorenzo in this huge...