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“That’s good.”Please stop talking to me.
She smirks. “How’s Maliki today?”
What the fuck?“He’s fine.” I still. “Why?”
She slaps her hand through the air. “I haven’t heard from him since last night. I know we had a long day yesterday, but we normally talk every day, so this is unusual. I might stop by the apartment and make sure he’s okay.”
My ears ring, my stomach knotting. I’ve never been a violent person, but I want to punch her in the face.
“What are you talking about?” I snap.
She releases a mocking laugh. “He still hasn’t told you we hang out?”
“Hang out where?”
“At my house … sometimes his apartment.” She shrugs. “Whichever is more convenient.”
“Excuse me?” I shriek. “He went toyour house?”
She nods. “Not yesterday though. We went to the city, had lunch, spent time together.”
Ellie slides between us, and my stomach sinks.
“What are you doing, Jessa?” she asks, her tone filled with warning. “Don’t come into my home and play games with my best friend.”
I rest my hand against my chest while doing a shitty job of controlling my breathing, controlling my aching heart, and restraining myself from not clawing her eyes out.
“I’m not the one playing games.” Jessa cackles, sharpening her attention on me. “Why are you so offended the father of my child was at my house?”
“What?” Ellie and I scream simultaneously.
Ellie aims her finger toward the door. “Leave. I’ll watch Molly.”
Jessa laughs, pleased with herself, and ignores Ellie. “You don’t know yet, do you?” She squints, a hard smile passing over her lips. “I’ve told him to tell you for weeks now, but that’s how Maliki is, you know? So secretive, lets no one in. That’s why it didn’t work out with us last time, but we’re doing better now that we’re older.”
I shut my eyes.No. No. This isn’t happening.
He would’ve told me if he had a kid.
My eyes tighten. “Nice try.”
Jessa scoffs. “I’m serious. He’s Molly’s father.” All eyes are on her when she drops her bag on the counter, rummages through it, and pulls out an envelope. She slaps it down next to me. “Don’t believe me? See for yourself.”
It takes everything I have to control my hands from shaking when I pick up the envelope and pull out the paper.
I read it once.
Twice.
Another time for good measure.
I see his name.
He’s a 99.9% match.
Molly’s cartoon in the background is the only sound in the apartment.
I check the date on the test. It was done over three weeks ago, and he never told me.
