Chapter 118

  Aaron

  I stared as she walked out of the mall, head tipped back, laughing at something Astrid must have said—judging by the grin on Astrid's face too.

  Her hair was tied into a messy bun, and the sweatshirt she wore—mine, anyway—did a decent job concealing her pregnancy. We'd agreed not to tell ...

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