As though realizing what that meant, Jake froze and his breath caught. His stomach dropped to his feet.
"Oh… shit."
The word slipped out of him in a whisper. Then louder.
"Oh, shit."
He pushed both hands into his hair.
"You idiot," he hissed to himself. "What the hell were you thinking? Two weeks? Two damn weeks? Why weren't you paying attention? Why didn't you ask again? Why didn't you check with the doctor after that?"
He swore again, louder this time.
"I'm such a stupid—"
He caught himself before the word finished but the sentiment stayed heavy in his chest.
Because the reality was settling in now:
He had no idea if there had been a window.
No idea if there had been a chance.
No idea if he had messed up, not Bella.
And suddenly… the certainty he'd been screaming about hours ago started feeling shaky.
He tried to sleep that night. He truly did.
But sleep was nowhere near him.
