The cursor blinked on the screen.
Thirty-two unread emails.
Two contracts pending signature.
A meeting scheduled for mid-afternoon.
And me? I was there, standing still, staring at nothing as if that would solve the whirlwind that had been consuming my mind since yesterday.
She's pregnant.
The words still echoed, even though they had never been spoken aloud.
The image of the girl at the café counter—the same one who had disappeared from my life five months ago like a blur of perfume and warm skin—wouldn't leave my head. The hesitant smile. The frightened eyes. The trembling hands as she handed me my coffee cup. And then... the curve beneath the apron.
It wasn't an impression. It wasn't paranoia.
She was pregnant.
And by the timing... it could be mine.
I got up from my chair and w
