Tara’s POV

I couldn’t keep up with the pretense any longer.

The pretense had started small, with the little lies I told myself so I could get through the day: “He’s just tired.” “It’s the stress of the pack.” “The wedding planning is getting to him.” But it had now grown to become something else.

I was tired. My soul was really tired.

The baby was heavy now, and every kick felt like a reminder that time wasn’t waiting for me to figure this out. I had a little life inside me who deserved parents who could look at each other in the eye. I couldn’t give them that if...