Date = 29 May
How quickly the same day can go from best to worst.
Place = San Francisco (Inferno)(Enrique’s house)
POV - Aria
The information is still sinking into my shocked brain — Amanda is pregnant. With Enrique’s baby.
“So, how far along are you?” I ask sweetly, like she just mentioned she’s heading to the spa. I crouch to count beer bottles in the mini fridge, pretending to be casual. My hands tremble so hard I can barely touch the glass, and my brain has forgotten how numbers work. One, two … uh — but at this stage, my mind can’t, for the love of hell, remember what comes after two.
“Eh … remember that night you and Mel went home early?”
Oh, I remember. Her text on Enrique’s phone. The seven minutes.
The night we had s*x in his office. On his desk.
“How long ago was that?”
