Hazel POV
“That’s good. Come home. I’ll make soup for you later.”
Mom’s voice was warm on the phone, laced with that quiet worry she tried to hide. It wrapped around me like a blanket, but it couldn’t touch the cold knot in my stomach.
“Alright…” I whispered back.
The line went dead. I stood there on the sidewalk, phone still pressed to my ear for a second longer, like if I held on, the world wouldn’t feel so tilted. The bus stop was behind me, home just a short ride away. But my feet wouldn’t move toward it. Instead, they carried me forward—aimless, wandering down unfamiliar streets.
The city blurred around me. Cars honked in the distance. People rushed past, laughing into their phones, carrying shopping bags, living normal lives. Mine felt shattered. Pregnant. With his child. Alpha
