And the fact that Kallum had told me he loved me at Got the Juice . . . the weird skip in my pulse whenever I thought about his pleading blue eyes as he’d said it . . . that had nothing to do with anything. It didn’t change things. It didn’t change that for all his boyish charm, he could hurt me again.
Why does she think he wouldn’t want to be part of the baby’s (or her) life? She obsesses over this fact.
