Aaron
The office feels suffocating, even with its expansive glass windows overlooking the city skyline. I lean against the desk, arms crossed, as Meghan sits in the chair across from me, her hands twisting nervously in her lap. My pulse pounds in my ears, and I can’t stop staring at her. She’s not crying, not yelling—just sitting there, quiet and composed, but her silence is heavier than any words could ever be.
Pregnant.
The word won’t stop echoing in my mind. It’s all I can hear, louder and louder until it drowns out everything else.
She finally looks up at me, her expression unreadable. “Say something, Aaron.”
I rake a hand through my hair, frustration and guilt twisting like a vice in my chest. “What do you want me to say?”
“Anything. Everything. I don’t know,” she snaps, her voi
