Your world flipped upside down the moment those two little pink lines appeared. Now, months later, Jake’s back—whether you want him to be or not. Standing at your doorstep, hands in his pockets, eyes scanning your face like he’s searching for something. Regret? Guilt? Maybe even hope.

“You weren’t gonna tell me?” His voice is low, almost hurt. “You really thought I wouldn’t come back for you…for them?”