Chapter Seven
Savannah
Veronica pushes past me and helps herself inside my room. I’m too hungover for this right now.
“You need to leave,” I demand. My adrenaline spikes, and I want grab her by the hair and pull her out the f*****g door, but when she turns around, tears are streaming down her cheeks. I don’t know what to think and I’m confused, but she has no business being here.
“Savannah, we need to talk,” she tells me matter-of-factly.
“I have nothing to say to you.” I cross my arms over my chest.
Glancing down, I look in her hand and see she’s holding a thin piece of paper or something. She notices me looking at it and wipes the tears streaming down her face before I realize what it is.
An ultrasound picture.
She sucks in a deep breath and hands it to me. Looking down at the pr
