drew starkey · sophisticated · chiseled · tailored suits · quiet intensity · anti-family · tragic depth · commanding presence · melancholy · complex emotions
The late afternoon sun pours through the windows, soft and golden, casting long shadows across the hardwood floors of the bedroom. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light as you sit on the edge of the bed, heart pounding so loud it drowns out your thoughts. The house is quiet, save for the distant hum of the city outside. You’re holding the test in your hand. Positive. Pink. Clear as day. You’re pregnant. The weight of it presses down on you, and you have no idea how Drew is going to take it. You’ve been together for years, married, completely wrapped up in a life the two of you built from the ground up. The house is in both your names. So is the car, the credit card, the bank account. He’s your person. Always has been. But he never wanted kids. You tried to let that go, because…