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Tom instinctively hit the brakes. Cars behind beeped their horns. Angelo beeped at the cars that beeped at Tom.
“Twelve weeks but I don’t want to say anything to anyone until we have had a bit of time to get used to the idea, okay?”
“Fine, that’s fine … we’re pregnant!”
“Tom, who’s Natasha?”
“What? You know who Natasha is, the police told us when they came over to take my statement, honey. She’s the woman who crashed into me.”
“I know you’re keeping secrets. You talk in your sleep.”
“I don’t keep any secrets from you, Victoria. Look, if I do talk in my sleep, it’s because of the accident, alright? Please …”
“Don’t patronise me, Tom. I’m not stupid.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You’ve been talking in your sleep ever since we started sharing a bed, and I’ve tolerated it for t
