I was twenty-six. I could have a baby and I could raise it. I wasn’t a teenager. My mom and dad would help, but it would mean giving everything up and going back to Maine. I thought about crashing with Ophelia, heaven knows she had crashed with me more times than I could count. She was rich and generous and would have offered in a heartbeat, so that was also an option.
She's 26 And he's acting like she's 17 why do author's do this it's weird
