Anya sat at the edge of the bunk, hands twisted tightly in the fabric of her sleeves. She'd rehearsed the words a hundred times, and none of them felt real.

"I... need to tell you something." Her voice shook. The silence stretched before she finally looked up. There were tears she refused to let fall. "I'm pregnant."

The admission felt like stepping off a ledge.

She lowered her gaze again, staring at her trembling hands.

"It wasn't... a choice I got to make."

The words came out small, fragile.

"I tried to pretend it wasn't happening. That if I ignored it, it would go away."

Her shoulders curled inward.

"But I'm scared."