~ Evie ~
My mind won't shut up. The doctor's words keep replaying: pregnant, two months along. It's real. There's a baby inside me, Jack's baby, and I haven't told Dad and Claire the truth yet. They keep asking, pushing gentle but firm, like they need to know right now so they can start planning. And me? I'm just trying not to throw up from the nerves. Or maybe it's the morning sickness kicking in again. Whatever. I feel like crap.
Dad walks in from the kitchen, holding a mug of coffee. Claire's right behind him, carrying a plate of toast like that's going to fix everything. "Evie, honey," Dad says, sitting down next to me on the couch. His voice is soft, but I can tell he's worried. "We need to talk about this. The baby... if it's not Marcus's, then whose is it? You can't keep us in the
