[Dawn]
“You’re what?” Andre repeats, his voice full of disbelief and a hint of panic.
“Pregnant.”
Andre’s eyes widen, and his eyebrows furrow in confusion, as if trying to process the information. His expression is a mix of shock and something else I can’t quite place. “When did this happen?”
“It doesn’t matter when this happened. Just get the damn phone and sheers.”
The men continue talking, their voices loud and carefree, an irritating contrast to the storm raging inside me. Andre glances at them quickly, his eyes flicking back and forth like a cornered animal.
His tongue darts out, licking his lips like a lizard, before he carefully inches towards the desk, putting light weight on his injured foot. Each movement is measured, like he’s trying not to draw attention to himself.
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