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“Thanks, Mila.”

As I finish stirring my coffee in the travel mug, I look at the time and realize it's already a minute past the time I wanted to leave. “Shit. I've got to go.”

“Good luck!” my sister calls as I run out the door.

THANKFULLY, CAMPUS ISN'T THATfar away. It allows me time to stop at Kennedy's favorite little cafe and pick her up something to eat. If I know her like I think I do, she probably hasn't eaten anything this morning, and she's eating for two now.

I pull up outside the place and run inside, groaning at the long line. I consider leaving, but as I look at the time, I realize I still have a few minutes. I left early to allow time for this, and I really want to surprise her.

“Can I get a blueberry muffin and a decaf coffee please? Light and sweet.”

The barista nods and tells me my total while she starts preparing the order. I swipe my card and wait for her to hand everything over to me. Once she does, I spin on my heels and head for the door. What I see when I get outside, however, stops me in my tracks.

“No,” I breathe.

All four of my tires are completely flat, with the rims touching the ground.

“No, no, no. This can't be happening.”

This is the absolute last thing I need today. It's the one day Kennedy is relying on me. The one thing she is trusting me to do. If I fuck this up like I fucked up everything else, she's never going to talk to me again. I can't.

As I look behind my car, I see a bunch of shattered glass that I didn't notice when I pulled in. If I had, I would've gone around it. Fuck.

I take a deep breath and think for a second, then make a decision. Regardless of what I do, my car is fucked. And now I'm even further from Kennedy's dorm than I was before. I go to grab my phone out of the cupholder inside my car, but it’s gone.

What the fuck?

“Can I use your phone?” I ask the woman walking by but she just gives me a strange look and keeps walking.

Rushing back inside the café, I beg the barista to let me use their phone. Thankfully, she relents and the first number I dial is Kennedy’s.

Voicemail.

I run my fingers through my hair and dial Amelia, only to get the ignore button there, too. Fuck! Why are we brought up in a generation where we don’t answer calls from numbers we don’t know?

With my head reeling to try and find a solution, I leave the café for the second time. It hits me when I get outside that there’s nothing left to do. The only choice I have is to make a run for it.

Tossing her coffee in the garbage, I take off in the direction of campus—sprinting as fast as I can.

IT TOOK FIFTEEN MINUTESto run to Kennedy's dorm, only to find she wasn't there. She left. Went without me. So, I did the only other thing I could do, and continued my way to the OBGYN's office. At least maybe if I made it there, she could forgive me for not picking her up. But of course, she couldn't have picked a place close by. Nope. She picked one almost ten miles away. Still, I run anyway.

I'm just getting to the doctor's office when I see Kennedy walk out the door, an hour and a half after her appointment time. I call her name while keeping the bag from the cafe tightly in hand. As she turns my way, I can already tell by the way she's looking at me—I'm done for.

“I should've known you'd do this,” she mutters.

I bend over, resting my hands on my knees and panting. “Let me explain. Please.”

“Explain what? That you didn't come because you changed your mind? Because you don't really want this baby?”

“No!” I all but yell. “I want this baby. I...”

Just then, Alec walks out of the doctor's office and puts his hand on Kennedy's lower back. “Sorry. Didn't expect to see my aunt in there. You ready to go?”

Kennedy looks back at Alec and gives him a kind smile. “Wait in the car for me?”

“Sure,” he says, giving me a once-over.

My brows furrow as I watch how he is with her. “What the fuck is he doing here?”

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