Chapter 121 BUN AND BULLETS.

CINNAMON.

"You’re pregnant," Mr. Deluca broke the news to me.

I almost gagged on my own spit. What?

"Three weeks," Khole bounced some more on the bed.

"You're going to have a baby," Mrs. Patterson clarified as if everything they'd said didn't make sense to me.

The room didn’t spin this time. Instead...

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