[Camden]
I know that I have to talk to someone about Kendall and the baby, that it’s driving me crazy not to have anyone know about it, not to talk to someone.
It’s not really like I can call my sister, and it’s not like we’ve ever talked about this kind of thing, so I call Dante.
“What’s wrong?” he answers, and I curse myself.
I haven’t really talked to him since Jimmy came around, and I haven’t updated him much, either.
“Nothing. Sorry, capo,” I mumble. “Just wanted to talk to you.”
“What’s going on?” Dante asks.
I groan and sigh at the same time. “It’s a long story.”
“It sounds like you’re worried sick about something.” He pauses. “Does this have something to do with Kendall?”
“You could say that,” I say, looking back toward the closed door. Kendall is still sleeping and I’m st
