“You know?” Your voice cracks sharp enough to make her flinch. “You know how that sounds?”
She folds her arms over herself, not defensively so much as to keep from falling apart in place. “I found out I was pregnant after you left. I tried calling you.”
That hits a nerve you thought had been dead for years. “You don’t get to rewrite history. I changed my number because I caught you with another man in our apartment.”
“I know.”
“You let me walk away thinking I meant nothing.”
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