Narrated by Paige:

Right now, I'm at home in my room, the only place where I feel calm. I'm lying on my bed, looking up at the ceiling, completely exhausted.

Tabatha is overjoyed because she's going to be an aunt, while I'm still trying to process the news. It's not easy. And yes, I know that maybe I'm acting like a terrible mother, maybe I'm feeling things I shouldn't feel, but hormones are like that. They make me overly sensitive, and nobody understands that I can pretend to be fine when deep down, this is something that's hard to accept. It's not something that can be assumed overnight. It's a tremendous responsibility. And even more so when I was convinced that it wasn't my case, when I was certain that it couldn't be possible.

I've been going back in time, doing the math, counting each day over and over again, thinking and reflecting on the last time I was with Mason. That must have been the moment when the baby was conceived. I try to calculate the weeks, but my mind fails me. I