“So, when’s the baby due?” I asked, needing something tangible to hold onto. ‘She’s due in two months,’ Cal said, and I felt absolute joy and gentleness pour through. I cleared my throat again, struggling with the emotions. “You’re having a girl,” I said, getting choked up. Anna slapped her hands over her mouth excitedly. It was foolish how we were acting, knowing neither of us would ever get to see her. We were dead. “Do you have a name picked out?” I asked. ‘No, not yet. Mendax says none of the names are good enough.’ I snorted, imagining Mendax as a girl dad. “Do you think he’ll be gentle
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