Danny's POV
I cried until my throat felt like I had swallowed a handful of thumbtacks. I cried until my eyes were so swollen I could barely see the cracks in the dorm ceiling. Eventually, the world just went gray, and I fell into a heavy, suffocating sleep.
When the sun hit my face the next morning, I didn’t feel refreshed. I felt like a bruise.
My phone was vibrating against the floor. Mom. I stared at her name on the screen. “Danny, please come home. We need to talk about the baby. I am worried about you.” Then another: “I am sending Chadwick to get you. Be ready.”
I didn’t even have the energy to delete them. I just sat there, staring at the door.
Thirty minutes later, the heavy, rhythmic thud of knuckles against wood started. It wasn’t a request. It was an order.
I stood up, my
