Chapter Sixteen

Harlow

“Fuck,” I curse under my breath, my left hand cradling my lower stomach as I pace the small area in front of Prue’s island, regretting giving him the copy of the test results. “What am I going to do?” I murmur, looking down at my flat stomach and rubbing the area, as if expecting some kind of divine response.

It’s late, and I know that I need to be in bed asleep; it’s what is best for both