Maeve

“Maeve–”

“I can explain–”

“You’re pregnant?” Brie’s voice cracks, her dark brown eyes wide with shock and then a sudden, choking grief. “What? How? When?”

I raise my hands in surrender, trembling, wondering how to even begin, but Brie steps toward me, her brows furrowed in confusion. “Maeve, you’re massive!”

“Uh, thanks,” I snarl, but tears begin to prickle along my eyelashes.

“You’re–you have to be nearing the end of the pregnancy, aren’t you? Why haven’t you told anyone? I didn’t know. Mom doesn’t know–”

“I wanted it that way.”

“You didn’t tell the family? You’ve been pregnant this whole time, on the tour.” Her eyes widen as she...