Scarlett POV
What was Delaney doing?
Curiosity got the better of me, so I picked up my phone and texted her.
What’s going on?
She might not have been looking at her phone.
Ten minutes passed without a reply.
I wasn’t sleepy anymore, so I got out of bed and went to check on her.
After knocking and getting permission, I opened Delaney’s bedroom door.
She was sitting on the floor with a miserable expression on her face.
“Did something happen at work again?”
Delaney shook her head. “No.”
“Then why are you howling?”
“I’m not howling. I’m mourning.”
I stared at her. She still did not attempt to get off the floor.
“What are you holding?”
“A pregnancy test.”
She looked like a balloon someone had completely deflated.
Then I connected the pregnancy test with all that mourning.
