“You made it my business when you knocked me up!” she screeches. Thenher voice softens. “I deserved to know the truth, Dmitri. Do you know thekind of hell I’ve been through the last few weeks? I felt so damn guilty allthe time. I couldn’t sleep. I could barely eat. I could —”
All the indignation on her face curdles at once. The blotchiness on hercheeks gives way to a blossoming blush that says I homed in on exactly theright word. “What I meant is… f**k, never mind.”
“Oh, no.” I advance on her, cornering her into the wall until my hips arevery nearly flush with hers. “No, you don’t get to tell me not to mind. Whywere you feeling guilty?”
She scowls and tries to turn her back on me. I grab her arm and keep herpinned in place. “A piece of survival advice f
