Jefferson's POV
"Are you planning to respond?"
"Jefferson?"
"Do you understand what I just told you?"
The voices seemed to echo from somewhere far away, as if they were calling to me through layers of thick fog. I could sense the world continuing its rhythm around me, people moving and breathing and existing, but I had become completely motionless.
I wasn't certain I was even drawing breath.
Pregnant. She was carrying a child.
My child.
The truth hit me with the force of a freight train, stealing every ounce of air from my lungs. There was another human being growing inside her because of what we had shared.
Because of us.
I had thrown her out of my life while she carried my baby.
The realization twisted through my gut like a knife, sending waves of nausea through my entire body.
How long had she been keeping this secret?
"Jefferson?"
