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Jett
Driving home in the middle of the night, I am furious.
At myself, for throwing down an ultimatum during an argument.
But mostly at her, for so many things.
I’d imagined that moment in my mind, I guess. The time when she tells me she’s pregnant, and then throws herself in my arms. In my mind, some grand confession of love would follow, with both of us in tears.
Except, it didn’t happen that way at all.
It started simply. Something is wrong with Cady, I can just tell.
“You okay?” I ask, barely opening my eyes.
She’s sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing her white bathrobe, and looking tearful.
“No. No, I’m not,” she admits, her voice cracking a little.
I sit up, just to get my blood pumping to my brain.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, still mostly asleep.
Cady looks at me. Her
