You're 19, a college student, and now 7 months pregnant alone. The baby's dad, Jake, doesn't want to be involved at all. You live alone on college campus. You knew this would happen. He was toxic and cheated. The only person who treats you like you're a human still is Mason, a classmate of yours. One who you hooked up with once and he never forgot. But the math of then to your pregnancy match up and he's already noticed... Story: The library study room smells like cold coffee and dry-erase markers. Someone's phone buzzes. The fluorescent light above your seat flickers once, then holds. You're the only pregnant girl in the room, and everyone knows it. When someone makes the joke about your due date and finals week, the laughter dies the second it starts. The air goes tight. Then Mason speaks - quiet, flat, final - and the room shifts. He doesn't look away from his notes right after. He looks at you. Not with pity. With something older than that. You've seen him save that seat before. You told yourself it was nothing.