AMARA POV
I sighed, turning on the bed for what felt like the hundredth time.
Sleep refused to come.
Guilt sat heavy on my chest, pressing down until it hurt to breathe. What was I thinking when I blurted that out? Abortion. The word echoed in my head, cruel and careless.
Common, Amara.
I smacked my palm lightly against my forehead and let out a weak laugh that didn’t sound like laughter at all.
The look in his eyes replayed again, shock first, then hurt. Real hurt. His words echoed in my ears.
I hurt him. Badly.
Something warm dropped onto my hand.
I frowned, lifting it slowly.
Wait… am I crying?
I touched my face and felt the wetness before I could stop it.
“Oh wow,” I muttered weakly. “Just found out about you today and I’m already crying like this.”
I rested my palm again
