Kelly
The phone buzzed against my nightstand, the vibrations loud in the silence of the room. I didn’t glance at the screen right away. I was curled up on the couch, knees to my chest, staring at nothing in particular.
My mind was a mess.
I had barely slept since I saw those two pink lines. The pregnancy test still sat on the bathroom counter, mocking me every time I walked past. My stomach churned at the thought of it.
A baby.
Anderson’s rejection of Harper played on repeat in my mind. The memory made my chest tighten, but then, another buzz. My gaze moved to the phone, and then I saw the name.
Anderson? I stiffened.
I should ignore it. I wanted to ignore it. But something in my gut, some strange, unsettling instinct, made me reach for the phone and swipe to answer.
