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Me: Y’all are nuts.

Me: He doesn’t need to die.

Me: And yes, that’s pretty much what happened.

Harper: Was it not good? Is that why you haven’t talked about it?

Me: No. It was amazing.

Olive: Did you spend the whole night together?

Me: We were at the shop. I left while he was sleeping.

Harper: Maybe that’s why he hasn’t talked about it.

Savannah: Yeah. He might think you think it was a mistake and that’s why you left.

Olive: Or he could think it wasn’t good for you.

Me: That’s not it.

Harper: How do you know?

Me: I just know. We’re not like that.

Olive: But you were. That night?

Me: Yes. That was different though.

Savannah: Have you tried to talk to him?

Me: Not exactly.

Me: There’s more.

Me: I’m pregnant.

Three dots appear, then disappear, then reappear. I glance out the window to see that we’re not going into town.

“Where are we going?” I ask.

“My house.”

My stomach knots. “Why?”

“We need to talk.”

“Right now? There’s nothing to discuss. I’m still processing.”

“You can process at my house.”

“Aren’t you processing?” I ask.

“Nothing to process. Just have to discuss next steps.”

Next steps?

Yep. It’s exactly what I thought. He’s going to want to put a ring on it.