Imogene Scott
"No," I say, shaking my head, taking a step back. "That’s... that’s impossible."
But Elinor’s face is painted with raw emotion, and I know she’s telling the truth.
“It happened a month ago. The night of Keith’s proposal,” she says, her voice breaking. “I was drunk. Damien was drunk. We didn’t mean for it to happen. It was just one night, Imogene, but now…” She gestures toward her stomach. "Now I’m pregnant with his child."
The world seems to narrow, tunneling in on this moment, and I’m hit with a tidal wave of emotions. My throat is tight, and my mind can’t even begin to process what she’s saying.
No, not this. Not again.
I feel my voice c***k as I speak. “Why... why didn’t you tell me?”
“I wanted to,” she chokes out. “But I didn’t know how. I didn’t want to ruin thing
