“I’m pregnant,” she said, sighing like it was a relief to say the words out loud. She waved her hand over the toilet. “Eleven weeks.”

A wad of tears clogged the back of my throat as I stared at my sister—my baby sister. My eyes trailed to where one arm clutched her stomach. Or was it a protective hold?

Adrenaline coursed hot and wild through my veins as I bolted off the tub. “I’m going to murder him.” I stomped toward the door, prepared to get in my car and beat the living hell out of Colt.

Tessa’s clammy hand grabbed my own before I could reach the knob. “Stop,” she pleaded. “It’s not Colt’s fault.”

“Like hell it isn’t.”

She rolled her eyes, not releasing my hand. “It takes two.”

I cringed, clenching my eyes shut like it could block the mental picture. I shook out my limbs. “Ugh, scoot over,” I said. “Now I think I’m going to puke.”

“Get your own bathroom.”

“This is my bathroom.”

A small, barely audible chuckle tumbled from her lips. It was sad enough to stop me from leaving. Instead, I sank to the floor beside her.

“Tessa,” I said, my hand on her back. “Fucking hell.”

“I know,” she said. “I know. I should’ve…ugh…” She groaned again. “It was that damn blog. I asked something and I thought I read it right and then…boom. Pregnant.”

“What?”

“Ask Me Anything,” she said. “I trusted it.” She set her forehead on her arm again. “I shouldn’t have.”

Another wave of anger rippled over my skin. “You did something it told you to and this happened?”

“Sort of,” she said, not bothering to look up at me.

Fucking jerk. Whoever it was—now I did want to find them. Forget Tanner’s reasoning. I would do this for me. For Tessa. Someone had to pay for this. For the fact that my baby sister now had to become an adult. Had to deal with things that I couldn’t even comprehend.

“It’s going to be okay,” I said, rubbing her back.

“How?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “But I’m here. Sean will be here for you, too, whenever you want to tell him. And Mom and Dad—”

“You can’t tell them,” she cut me off. “Promise me.”

“I won’t,” I said. “But you’re going to have to.”

“Obviously.” She finally looked up at me, her eyes wet and red and her face pale.

“Does he know?” I asked through ground teeth. I knew on some level it wasn’t his fault, but I wanted to blast blame everywhere, I was so fucking mad. Hurt, for my sister, for the baby, for everyone.

Could’ve happened to you.