Easter~
I sat there for what felt like hours, curled up on Jacob's couch, hugging Donut to my chest as silent tears slid down my cheeks. His scent lingered in the cushions—sweet and very intoxicating—and it only made the hollow ache inside me feel worse.
Why did he leave me like that?
I sniffled and buried my face in Donut's plush fur. The orange tabby rumbled with a deep, comforting purr, nudging me like he understood every broken piece inside me. My chest twisted with a raw, aching pain. Was it because of the baby? Did he pull away mid-kiss because he suddenly saw me for what I am – an unmarried pregnant woman – and felt disgusted? Shame burned through me, searing hot, and I pressed my face deeper into Donut's warmth, wishing I could disappear completely.
How could I have been so stupid?
