COLIN
I sat stiffly on the chair in the corridor, the atmosphere suffocatingly silent. My gaze fixed on the closed door in front of me as I waited impatiently.
For the past few days, the thought of her pregnancy had haunted me and even plagued my dreams.
The baby that she claimed was mine.
But I didn’t believe it one bit. The last time I didn’t use protection, it was because I was instigated by her not to do it, but I remembered how I had withdrawn at the last minute.
Though that method doesn’t normally work, there was only a tiny chance it could lead to her pregnancy.
To me, the tiny chance was the same as impossible. I never trusted Stacy to begin with and I didn’t plan on taking responsibility for a child that was never mine to begin with.
Stacy had sworn repeatedly that the baby
