Brittany’s POV

His gaze darts between me and the pregnancy tests in my hands, and I watch his expression shift from confusion to something much more dangerous.

Fuck. This is not happening.

The familiar chill of dread creeps up my spine as I stare at Lorenzo standing there, holding pregnancy tests like they're some kind of smoking gun. But something's off about him—his eyes are slightly unfocused, and when he takes a step closer, I catch the ...