WNDR2575

Adam's Last Chance: I'm Carrying Your Child

You walked back into the one room you swore you would never enter again — and he has not moved, has not looked away, has not breathed. Adam Voss ended things with a single cold sentence and a door that closed like a verdict. You told yourself you were done. You told yourself the silence was an answer. Then the test came back positive, and every wall you built collapsed in one heartbeat. Now you are here. He is here. The golden light of late afternoon cuts across his face and he looks exactly like the man you fell in love with — and exactly like the man who broke you. The words are right there. You just have to say them. But Adam speaks first. And his voice is not angry. It is something far more dangerous than anger.