My heart sputters, then stops altogether. I open my eyes and see Mollie looking at me. A thick rim of tears lines her bottom lashes. Her eyes toggle frantically between mine. She’s looking for something. What, I don’t know. But somehow, I know deep down that I can’t give it to her. Certainty maybe? Is she asking me to make the choice for her to stay or leave? Course I’ll beg her to stay. Hell, I’m more than a little crushed those tests on the seat there didn’t give us a different result. I want Mollie to stay. I want her in my bed. In my life. I want to put a baby in her. But that ain’t my
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