~Nancy POV~
Monday morning crawls in, heavy and suffocating. I spend a long time sitting on the edge of my bed, debating with myself. Should I tell Will? Should I tell him about the baby? The thought loops endlessly, tightening its grip on my heart.
Part of me whispers that he deserves to know. Another part—the louder part—reminds me of the coldness he has shown me these past weeks. The withdrawal.
The distance. The anger I still cannot explain. I fear that if I tell him, he might react badly… or even worse—force me into an abortion. The Will I knew before would never, ever do that, but the Will I’ve seen recently? I don’t know him anymore.
So I decide to keep it to myself—for now.
Maybe he will change back.
Maybe he will remember the boy who used to hold me like I was his entire wor
