The panic rises like bile in my throat. Or maybe itisbile.
I flip over the next, two more pink lines stare back at me.
I flip over the two digitals that readPregnant,like it’s mocking me for even thinking it wasn’t a possibility.
My body tremors so profoundly my bones shake and some of the tests fall to the floor.
Leaning back against the wall, I slide down to the floor as a painful sob claws up my throat.
I pick up all the scattered tests and shove them in my bag, rummaging through it to find my phone, but it isn’t there. I must’ve left it on the bed. I pause, trying to steady my breathing.
“Get your fucking self together, Sunny,” I mutter before I step out of the bathroom.
I try to gain my composure but the panic still shows as a shaky hand reaches for the doorknob of the bathroom. That lingering impending doom storm cloud is a torrential downpour on me now.
Walking home in the glow of the dusky sky, it’s quiet outside, and there isn’t a lot of activity on the streets. I swipe at my runny nose as I glance around me.
I’m supposed to leavetomorrow.
I thought I was panicking before, but I’m fucking panicking now. I have no clue what to do.This changes everything.
Feeling the nausea hit again, I know it isn’t caused by nerves. No, it’s something much bigger, more terrifying than ever. It’s a part of me, and a part of Tyler inside me. I’m taking a part of him with me. And I have to tell him, right?
We’re over. But I also know, me and Tyler will never truly be over, because of that damn string, that connection between us, yanking us together.
And now…. Something else ties us together and could potentially connect usforever.
The guilt overwhelms me. I’m leaving and now with this heavy secret I haven’t told anyone. And I think back to Sam’s words when she found out she was pregnant with Cole’s baby.
I wish I had told him as soon as I found out.
Taking a deep breath, I know what I have to do.
CHAPTER NINETY-FOUR
TYLER
Cole’s nameflashes across my screen, making me crease my brows as I stand from the dining table. “I need to take this. It’s Cole. Could be about work.”
“Go on,” Mitchell says.
I don’t need his fucking permission. So without another word, I walk into the living room where I look at all the antiques my mother has acquired over the years.
I tap the answer button. “Cole –” I’m cut off by my frantic brother.
“Ryan is in the city, Tyler!” he yells, the sheer panic ripping through each word. A car door slams, indicating he is leaving wherever he was. I’m almost certain my heart stops beating.
Everything I’ve done since I knew what she was running from led me to this moment.
To find Ryan.
So I can kill him.
It’s a brief moment where I stand without a reaction, trying to piece together the words on the other end of the phone. And once they formulate the one thing I’ve been trying to bring together myself, I snap into action.
“Where?” I growl, running to the coat closet to find my keys.
“Her apartment complex! He’s outside her apartment, Tyler! I back tracked her feed and he was there when you were gone. He’s been here for a fucking week. We know what that means. He’s waiting for his moment.”
