Just tell him it’s impossible.
No, no, no.
“Hey.”He closes in but doesn’t touch me.“Hey, it’s okay, Court.It’s a shock, I get it.I’m freaking out t—”
“It’s NOT okay, I’m not pregnant.This isn’t happening.”I shake my head.
Tell him.
He tilts my chin up.“Do you not want kids?”
Oh God, oh God, oh God.
Adam’s face appears, his anger, all the threats, and the way his boot landed in my gut.The blood.The shame.
I feel my lip wobbling, my world crashing around me, then suddenly my legs give out from under me.
Blackness saves me from myself.
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WHEN I BECOME consciousagain, I’m on the sofa and Zander is kneeling beside me on the phone.
“Thanks, doc.See you in a minute.”
Doc?
Oh God.
Am I pregnant?No, I can’t be.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
ZANDER
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