Evaline:
The silence was… deafening.
It was thick and cruel and endless.
Neither of them moved. Neither spoke. They just stared at me, like I had sprouted wings or grown a second head. And with every second that passed, fear wrapped tighter around my ribs until I could hardly breathe.
Then Oscar blinked, twice, like he was trying to wake himself up from a bad dream. He looked directly at me, and when he spoke, his voice soubded hollow. "What… what do you mean?"
I swallowed as I barely managed to push out the words again. "I'm pregnant."
Draven staggered back a step like the air had been punched from his lungs. He gripped the edge of the chair beside him so tight that his knuckles turned white. Saying it once had stunned them, but saying it again confirmed it. This wasn't a joke. This wasn't something they had misunderstood.
And Oscar…
