g realization in his. "You're pregnant," he whispered. A slow smile spread across his

y. He was in the kitchen, a place he never entered, clumsily trying to follow a recipe on his phone. He was making soup. F

one. I ran down the twenty flights of stairs, my lungs burning. I had to end this. I couldn't br

rmacy. I bought a bottle of cheap whiskey and a handful of sleeping pills. I went to a grimy motel, locked the door, and stared at t

d myself, running on the treadmill until my legs gave out, ignoring the sharp cramps in my abdomen. I kept going until I collaps

fine, but you've caused a partial placental abruption. Any more stress, physical

exhausted, his tie loose, his hair a mess. He sat by t

asked, his voice rough with e

arry me, Kaelen. Give our child a na

rds like stones. "Anything but that." He stood up, towering over me. "And don't even think about running again. If you

I loved. This was a stranger. I got out of the bed, ignorin

ckboxing class. I did anything I could think of to exhaust my body, to make it g

ing on? The bank just called. They're foreclosing on the bakery. They sa

't a fluctuatio

ying on the other end of the line, telling me about my father's panic, about how they were going to lo

My hands were shaking. "Did you do thi

would happen if you left. Come back, Amelia. Now. Or the n