Sienna didn't tell Dante.
She wanted to. God, she wanted to. It would have been the easiest thing in the world to pick up the phone, call him over, and say the words that would change everything between them.
I'm pregnant. And I don't know if it's yours.
But every time she picked up the phone, something stopped her. Fear, maybe. Or self-preservation. Or the knowledge that the second she told him, everything would become real in a way she wasn't ready for yet. Right now, it was just hers. A secret she carried alone, a weight that pressed against her chest in the quiet hours of the morning. The moment she told someone else, it would become a problem that needed solving. A situation that required decisions. Choices with consequences she couldn't take back.
She didn't tell Alessandro either.
He was blocked. Unreachable by design. And even if he wasn't — even if she unblocked him right now and called — what would she say?
