Chapter 11

“The pregnancy...”  

The word hung between us like glass. Michael set his whiskey down. Slow.  

“What about it.”  

His voice was dead. I could hear my own heartbeat in the silence.  

“It wasn’t real.”  

He blinked. Once.  

“Don’t joke about that.”  

“I’m not joking.” Tears were already falling.  

“M...

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