I stared at the folder in my trembling hands, my eyes scanning the medical report over and over. Nine weeks pregnant. The words blurred through my tears. Nine weeks. But that was impossible. I counted in my head again—one week, two weeks, three… six. Six weeks. I was sure of it.
I looked up at Julian. His eyes were full of fury. The veins in his neck stood out. His entire body was rigid, like he was barely holding himself back.
Nothing felt right.
“Julian—” My voice was trembling. The study echoed with my shaky breath. “It can’t—be—”
“It can’t be what?”
His voice exploded through the room. I flinched. His hands were clenched into fists at his sides, knuckles bone-white. A vein pulsed at his temple.
My mouth opened but nothing came out. My throat was too tight. My mind was screaming a
