°Amy’s POV°
The silence stretched between us like a wall I couldn’t climb.
Mom sat right beside me on the bed, holding the test in her hand, her thumb brushing over the pink lines as if touching them could change what they meant. Her lips pressed together, her breath shaky.
I couldn’t lift my head. My hands were clasped so tightly in my lap that my knuckles hurt, but it was the only thing keeping me from breaking apart completely.
Pregnant.
The word pounded inside my head over and over, making my chest feel heavy.
Mom finally whispered, “Amy… sweetheart… whose child is this?”
Her voice was soft, but I could hear the tremor in it. She wasn’t just asking—she was pleading.
My throat tightened, as heat burned behind my eyes. I shook my head slowly, the words trapped inside me.
She lea
