That day marked the start of a new, terrible routine. I shut myself up in my room and barely stepped out.
Sean held me in his arms every single night as we fell asleep. He clung to me so tight each time, his grip almost bruising. It was like he was terrified of losing me all over again.
But nine times out of ten, he'd slipped away halfway through the night, lured off by Jenny's sniffling sobs.
Those days dragged on endlessly.
My heart cracked little by little, ground to fine dust by his constant, ambiguous, back-and-forth closeness with Jenny.
Then, for the sake of the tiny life growing in my belly, I'd glue the broken pieces back together again. Until I felt nothing at all, numb, hollow, like a walking corpse.
When I was three months pregnant, I got a call from Seven. He invited me
