Tihe night air bit cold against Desiree’s cheeks as she stepped out of the dorm. Her hands were trembling, though she wasn’t sure if it was from anger, heartbreak, or exhaustion. Maybe all three.

The confrontation with Rebecca still burned in her chest. Every word, every look of bitterness in her friend’s eyes, replayed in a loop she couldn’t turn off. You’ll regret ever crossing me.

Desiree pressed a hand against her stomach as if to steady herself. The baby, their baby, was the ...