~ Evie ~
It's 11:58 p.m., and the house is dead quiet. Dad and Claire went to sleep hours ago, after all that excitement about the baby. Excitement for them, anyway. For me, it's this huge knot in my stomach that won't go away. I keep replaying the doctor's words in my head: pregnant, two months along. And then Dad asking whose it is, Claire looking at me like she already knows something's off. I didn't say anything then. Just mumbled that I was tired and needed to rest. But Jack? He bolted upstairs right after, didn't even look back. I know he's freaking out. We both are.
I stand up, pull on an old hoodie over my top and shorts. No bra, no point. My boobs are killing me anyway, all sore and heavy. I slip out of my room, tiptoe down the hall past Dad and Claire's door. Their light's off,
