[Kendall]
Camden looks at me, shocked, his face paling, and then he just stands up and walks out of the room. He doesn’t say a word to me, and I don’t follow.
My head is spinning from the drugs and the trauma and the shock of Jimmy telling me that I’m pregnant.
He said there was no way to tell how far along I am without ultrasound equipment, but I haven’t been with anyone else for years, and I know the baby I’m carrying is Camden's. He must know it, too, because he hasn’t questioned me.
I was happy at first, almost felt giddy.
Jimmy was just looking at me with intense blue eyes.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“What?” I felt out of it from the drugs, like this might be a dream I was having.
“Do you want to...take care of it? I have my ways,” he said mysteriously, and I shook my head, sho
