Chapter 43

Nathaniel

The drive back to San Francisco feels endless. My heart is heavy, and my mind is a whirlwind of regret and confusion. Megra's words echo in my ears, as does the pain in her voice when she told me to leave. The image of her face, twisted with hurt, is burned into my memory. I grip the steering wheel tighter, replaying the scene over and over.

Anna's announcement hit like a bomb. "I'm pregnant with Nathaniel's child," she had said. Megra's eyes widened in shock, then narrowed in betrayal. Before I could explain, she had turned on me, her voice shaking with anger. "Get out, Nathaniel. Just go."

I keep seeing her face in my mind. The shock, then the pain, and finally the anger. I’d never seen her so hurt. I can’t help but feel sick to my stomach thinking about how I could’ve handled things differently. If only I hadn’t been so stupid and careless. How do I win her back? The thought churns in my mind like a relentless tide. What can I possibly say or do to make this right? And wh