[Sera]
My mind goes blank, filled with nothing but echoes. Eight weeks pregnant. The doctor's words hang in the air like a bad dream I can't shake off. Fluorescent lights hum above me, too bright, too harsh, making everything feel unreal. But it is real. Too damn real.
The door creaks open, and Ryan shuffles in, balancing a paper cup. His eyes widen as he catches the tail end of the doctor's explanation, and the cup slips from his fingers, hitting the floor with a wet splat. Water splashes across the tiles, pooling at his feet.
He stares at the mess for just a heartbeat, then drops to his knees, scrambling to mop it up with his sleeve. "Sorry, I..." He trails off, standing up with the soggy cup crushed in his hand, staring at it like he doesn't know what to do next. "I'll just... throw
