Evie's POV

All I heard was Maya's voice playing like a radio station in my head.

Your baby. I'm sorry about your baby.

The words kept looping, over and over, until they became meaningless sounds that somehow carried the weight of the world.

"What baby?" I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my own heart.

Ryder groaned, his head falling into his hands. "Maya, Nate—you need to leave. Now."

"But I—" Maya started, her face pale with the realization of what she'd done.

"Now," ...