EZEKIEL'S POV

The entire drive home felt like I was trapped inside a narrowing tunnel, the world shrinking, sound fading, and only one sentence echoing violently inside my skull.

Elijah is the father.

We are getting back together.

Her voice.

Calm. Cold. Detached.

As if she were discussing a contract.

As if she were announcing weather.

But I knew her.

I knew her better than I knew myself.

There was something wrong behind those words, something trembling behind her eyes, something she tried ...