Wren

[Two Days Later]

“Congratulations! You’re two weeks pregnant, Miss Carlisle.” The doctor, Felicia, smiles warmly at me.

I inhale sharply. Everything in me stills, completely.

A lump slides down my throat. “H-how?”

“Uh…” she frowns. “I don’t think—”

“I m-mean we were careful, my partner and I,” I explain, heart pounding. “I’m on the pill.”

“Oh dear, sometimes these things happen. Having a baby is…”

My brain tunes her out as I slowly splay my ...