MELISSA’S POV

The moment I stepped back into my apartment, I collapsed onto the couch, still holding my handbag like it was my lifeline. My chest rose and fell heavily, my palms damp, and my mind was in a full-blown spiral. My thoughts were everywhere at once, clashing against each other like waves in a storm.

I was pregnant.

The word alone was enough to make me want to either laugh hysterically or collapse in tears, maybe both. Pregnant. I placed a trembling hand on my stomach. ...