MATTEO’S POV
The weight of her words lingered in the air, suffocating me.
"Did you know? That you were pregnant?" I asked, but the voice that left my throat didn’t sound like mine. It was raw, weak, barely holding itself together. The question itself was stupid. Of course, she didn’t know. How could she?
"No... if I did, I would have gotten rid of it sooner."
Her words sliced through me like a serrated blade. I flinched, unable to control the pain that shot through my chest. Was this what heartbreak felt like? My lungs squeezed, like all the oxygen had been drained from the room. She had lost a baby—my baby—and she spoke of it like it was nothing. Like it didn’t mean a damn thing.
I felt... shattered. There was no better word. Broken pieces of myself scattered everywhere, and I couldn't pick them up. And the worst part? She didn’t care. She didn’t even mourn.