“Brooke? That sounds a bit more likely to me. I’m Angie.” She puts a hand to her lower back and stretches a little. “It’s nice to meet you.” “I’m sorry, I know it’s rude to bring it up, but…you already resonated?” I can’t help but ask, putting a hand to my own flat belly. “To who?” The look on her face grows sad, and she pushes a stray strand of hair out of her face before glancing away. “No resonance. This one was with me when I woke up.” And she rubs her belly again. “As for the father…I don’t know who—or what—he was.” Oh no.
