Sliding my cell back into my pants pocket, my fingers hit the thin foil wrapped plastic packet and I pull out the birth control pills I took from Cora’s bathroom before I left this morning. My head knows it’s fucked up that I took them, but this instinctive part of me knows that if my baby’s growing inside of her, she won’t be able to deny what’s happening between us. It’s by far the most manipulative thing I’ve ever done, but with her I just don’t fucking care.
