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LUCA’S POVThe text came just after midnight, while I paced the narrow strip between my bed and the desk, my phone still warm from the last message I had typed and erased.June: we can’t do this anymore.I stopped. The room tipped, like the floor had shifted under me. I stared at the screen, waiting, sure there was more.Another message arrived before my thumb moved.June: You’re going to be a father. That’s your life now. Be there for her. Be responsible. It’s the mature thing to do.The words were neat and sealed. I read them twice, my breath snagging halfway. The air felt thin and sharp. When my knees gave out, I sat on the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped with a soft, ordinary sound that felt wrong for what was happening.I called her. One ring, then voicemail. I tried again. The call failed immediately. Blocked. She had sent the message and closed the door behind it.I stayed there until the phone cooled in my hand and the screen went dark. The dorm room felt wider, hollowed

LUCA'S POVI shoved my books across the desk, and the top one slid off, hitting the floor with a dull thud. I left it there. My gaze drifted to the ultrasound taped beside my bed, the one I had stuck up last week. Just a grainy blob, nothing more.The room carried Theo’s gym-bag stink mixed with the smell of burnt popcorn someone had microwaved in the hall hours earlier. Theo was out shooting hoops again. At least it was quiet.I opened my laptop. The problem set glared back, numbers blurring into each other. I picked up my pencil, scratched out half an equation, then erased the rest until the lead snapped. I pulled open the drawer. Empty. Theo had probably taken the sharpener and forgotten to return it, like always.Heavy footsteps climbed the stairs outside, Adrian’s. He knocked twice sharply, then pushed the door open without waiting. “You alive in here?” He stepped in, leaving the door half open.“Barely.” I kept my eyes on the screen.He leaned against the frame, arms crossed, ho

JUNE’S POVI stood in the middle of the bridal-д bridal shop fitting room. White dresses hung from every wall. They crowded the space. Claire, the assistant, had pins stuck between her lips. She pulled six gowns off the rack one after another. Then she grabbed three different ivory swatches.Sarah was supposed to be here. She was supposed to hold the fabrics up to my face and say which one worked. Instead, her text came an hour before: client switched venues last minute, can’t make it, sorry love.Claire zipped me into the first dress. Heavy satin. Off-the-shoulder straps. Beads pressed into my skin when I shifted. The bodice squeezed. I breathed shallowly.Claire stepped back. She took the pins from her mouth. “Gorgeous. Really shows off your collarbones. What do you think?”I turned sideways in the mirror. The skirt stuck out wide. “It’s a lot.”She laughed. “That’s the drama! Your husband will lose it when you walk down the aisle again.”I forced a smile. “Maybe something simpler.”

SARAH’S POVI sat on the edge of the bed, my feet barely brushing the floor, legs still shaking. My eyes stayed fixed on the dark, damp patch on the sheets where Franklin had pulled away and finished across my lower back. The air carried everything at once: sweat, my vanilla lotion, his aftershave that always lingered as if it wanted to stay.My thighs stuck together when I shifted. I pinched the corner of the sheet and scrubbed between my legs hard enough to sting, then let it fall. The fabric slid down and puddled on the carpet.I went straight to the bathroom. The shower took forever to heat and never truly got hot. Lukewarm. I stepped under it anyway and let the water pound my shoulders until my skin flushed pink.I washed quickly and roughly, especially between my legs, as if pressure could erase what my body had done so willingly. My fingers brushed swollen skin, and I jerked my hand away, my breath catching before I could stop it. I twisted the knob to cold and stood there shiv

LUCA’S POVI stood outside the main entrance of the venue, the big glass doors reflecting the string lights strung along the roof. My phone buzzed one last time in my hand. Adrian's text was still there, just the address and nothing else. I turned away from the doors and took several steps toward the parking lot, gravel crunching under my shoes.I kept walking, past the first row of cars, my keys jingling in my pocket. The lot was half full, sedans and SUVs lined up under the orange lamps. I glanced back over my shoulder and saw June. She walked toward the entrance in a dark formal dress that caught the light, her heels clicking on the pavement as she hurried along the sidewalk.I stopped for a second, then turned fully and started walking back toward her. The gravel shifted under me as I cut between two parked cars. I passed a familiar silver sedan, Franklin's car, parked crooked near the edge of the row, and looked inside. Franklin sat in the driver's seat, leaning toward Sarah in t