24
Katherine
“Let’s say that I believe you,” I said in a way that meant that I really, really didn’t believe them. Because, right now, I had no idea what to believe. Fiona was pregnant, standing in Camden’s apartment. What was I supposed to think? “If it’s not your baby, whose is it?”
“That… is not my story to tell,” Camden said with a glance to Fiona.
“Don’t look at me,” Fiona said. “She has no right to know anything. I didn’t even want her to know that I was pregnant.”
“She won’t believe me unless you tell her.”
Fiona shrugged. “That’s not my problem, Cam. I don’t owe her shit.”
I cringed at the nickname she’d used. Camden was not the kind of person who had a nickname. He was only ever Camden. Not Cam. I hated that she’d called him that. That it felt so unlike him, and he hadn’t e
