Summer’s POV
I didn’t sleep much that night.
Again.
Apparently, sleep and I had officially ended our relationship.
Every time I closed my eyes, something else came to mind.
The ultrasound.
The tiny image on the screen.
The doctor’s voice.
Andrew Knight’s message.
And then, inevitably, him.
The biker.
I turned onto my side and pulled the blanket closer.
I didn’t even know his name.
That thought should have made the entire situation feel less real.
Instead, it made everything more frightening.
Because I couldn’t call him.
I couldn’t tell him.
I couldn’t even begin to look for him.
The only thing I had was a memory.
A night.
A voice.
A pair of eyes hidden behind a mask.
And a feeling I had spent weeks trying not to think about.
I closed my eyes.
Why did I have to remem
