He should leave. He ran cool water over his hands and splashed his face. Looking in the mirror at his reflection, all his anger vanished. Anger was better. Anger made him feel in control, it gave him power. It was better than this, feeling lost and sad. He had nine months to prepare for Cassie’s baby. A baby that had nothing to do with his own loss. Something he’d kept in perspective until getting angry at Kelly, and then taking it out on his well-meaning mother.
He came out of the men’s room and stopped dead.
Kelly stood there. The hallway was empty. They stared at each other. He remembered things about her he had no business remembering, or feeling. He chose this. What good was he for Kelly? He couldn’t ever erase his past. He couldn’t even get her pregnant, if he wanted to. So why did
