27
Nova
Astor’s hand held mine, sending a shock of electricity through me. I needed to leave. Anger bubbled below the surface; I was mad about so many things.
Mad that he had surprised me like this, taking me off guard. Mad that Debbie hadn’t given me the message when I called to give her my new number at the end of January. Mad that my body was betraying me so badly with pure need for him.
Astor could’ve been with me for the delivery of our baby if she’d given me that number.
If I’d have told him about the pregnancy, that is. I didn’t know if I would’ve done that or not. As it was, I was still on the fence about it, but I knew I’d have to and soon.
All of the staff knew I’d come back with a baby, and it wouldn’t be long before Astor heard about that, too. Worse, I’d already overhear
