Sam's P.O.V.
I swallow hard, my throat tight with nerves. “You really want to know?” My voice is barely above a whisper, but it cuts through the thick silence like a blade. I can feel everyone’s eyes on me, the pressure mounting.
“Yes, Sam,” Jax's dad says gently, his voice a mix of concern and curiosity. “We’re all waiting.”
I stare down at the test, my heart racing. My hands are shaking, but I force myself to take a slow breath, steadying my nerves. My eyes flicker up to my mom, then to Jax, and finally to his dad. Their expressions are a strange mix of hope and anxiety, all waiting for me to be the one to break the silence.
I can’t read the test. My thoughts are too scattered, my heart too loud in my chest. With one last look at the little stick in my hand, I step forward, my feet m
