Jennifer's POV
The last of the dinner chaos had settled. The goodnights were said, and the house was quiet. Lucy followed me into my old bedroom, closing the door with a soft click. The moment it shut, the brave face I’d worn all evening crumbled. The dim light from the bedside lamp seemed to illuminate all the shadows I’d brought with me.
We sat on the edge of the bed, the same one we’d spent a hundred sleepovers in, talking about boys and dreams. Those dreams felt a million miles away now.
“Okay, Jen,” Lucy said softly. “No more walls. It's Just me and you. What happened?”
And it all came out.
I started with the beginning , because it was the sharpest p*in. “I lost the baby, Luce. At fourteen weeks. A boy. I squeezed my eyes shut, the memory of the cold marble and the seizing pain
