Hannah’s POVThe house I had grown up in should have felt familiar, but today it made my skin crawl.Ever since I saw Ethan and Linda meeting secretly, I had decided I would not return to my parents’ house. I already felt guilty enough that my marriage with Ethan had ended, and the last thing I wanted was to face Linda, who had fed him lies.“Hannah, we were so worried. I am just glad you are safe.”“I am sorry, father.”He pulled me into a hug, his face softening with relief. Seeing how much he had worried made guilt twist sharply in my chest.“Oh, Hannah. We have been looking everywhere for you. Thank goodness you are alright,” my mother said.“That is right,” Linda added quickly. “When you disappeared, I was so worried I could not even sleep.”Their voices sounded gentle, but not a single syllable carried real concern. It felt rehearsed. Empty.“Hannah,” my father said, “tell me the truth. Whose child are you carrying?”“What…?”I froze. I honestly thought I misheard him.
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