“I feel so stupid, Harper,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I feel like such a loser.”
My chest tightened. “Don’t say that.”
Her eyes were glassy with tears. “It’s true. Everything I touch turns into a mess. I keep trying to do the right thing, and somehow, I end up making it worse.”
“You’re not a loser,” I said quietly. “You’re just scared.”
She shook her head, wiping at her cheeks. “You don’t get it. You don’t know what I’ve done.”
“Then tell me,” I said, keeping my voice gentle. “Let me in, Ari.”
Her lips trembled before she spoke again. “I’m pregnant.”
The word hit me even though I’d heard it already. Saying it out loud made it real—too real. My hands tightened around the steering wheel, but I forced myself to stay calm.
She looked at me helplessly, tears spilling over. “I
