Third-person POV
I sank into the driver’s seat of my car, the doctor’s words replaying in my mind: *Four weeks pregnant.*
The confirmation didn’t shock me—it was what I’d expected after yesterday’s test—but hearing it from a professional felt real, more final. I leaned my head back against the seat, staring at the ceiling of the car as frustration swirled inside me.
A dry laugh escaped me as my thoughts drifted back to Sebastian. He had made it abundantly clear that he didn’t want to be a father. If I had any lingering doubts about how he felt about the possibility of parenthood, he’d obliterated them during our argument two nights ago.
He wouldn’t take responsibility for this child, and I wasn’t going to beg him to.
I gripped the steering wheel tightly, trying to steady my thought
