“You don’t have to tell me,” I rush out. “If it’s personal.” “No.” He frowns. “It’s fine. It’s personal, but—” He looks across the table at me, really looks at me, and in this moment, I feel like we’re so much more than we are. “I want to tell you. I’ve wanted to tell you for a while, but I wasn’t sure how.” He folds his arms over his chest. “She thought she was pregnant.”
