Rose’s POV
The apartment door clicked shut behind me, and I leaned against it, my body trembling from exhaustion and a storm of emotions. My legs felt like jelly, and my head throbbed from the pressure of holding back tears.
I couldn’t stop replaying the scene in my head. Jack’s piercing gaze, his voice low and insistent as he whispered that question: “Was the pregnancy mine?”
I had answered him in a moment of weakness, words spilling out before I could think them through. And then I’d fled—humiliated, terrified, and desperate to get away from his scrutiny.
The couch creaked as Selena sat up, pulling her blanket tighter around her. She was still in her pajamas, scrolling on her phone with one hand and clutching a steaming mug of tea in the other.
“Back already?” she asked, her voice t
