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“Precisely! You completely betrayed me, Ivan!” He bares his teeth at me then, full of rage. “He’s a fucking murderer, Fay. He killed my dad.” My eyes go wide at this and I stand up straight. “What?” “Yeah!” Ivan says, still livid and distracted again from keeping his gun trained on Daniel. Not like it…

Ivan follows slowly behind. We’re at the police station for a long, long time before we get any hint of what’s going on. Since we’re not under arrest, I’m allowed to sit with Daniel in an uncomfortable grey chair in the lobby, with lots of cops’ eyes on us. We don’t say much, even though…

A long time later I hear footsteps behind me coming out of the bathroom. “Fay?” Daniel asks. “Are you…all right?” Silent, I shake my head no. “What can we do?” Jerome asks. “Nothing,” I murmur. And then I pause, considering it – considering if there’s anything I want. But I just come up blank. “Can…

“I don’t know,” Daniel murmurs, glancing at him and then at me. And then down at my stomach. And I groan a little, almost able to read his mind on this: that Kent, if he can, will come up here. Because I’m here. And I’m pregnant. And his base instinct, in all of this, is…

“Seriously, Fay,” he says, raising his eyes to look at me with sorrow and worry all over his face. “Who is the father? Is it Ivan? Because –” “Oh my god, Jerome,” I snap, leaning forward to smack him hard on the arm. “Of course it’s not Ivan – you know that I’ve only been…

“Nothing!” I insist, taking another step backwards. But Daniel’s already on to me, and as he starts to take long strides to the bathroom – desperate to know what we’re hiding – I spin and dash in, reaching for the test still sitting peacefully at its spot by the sink. My fingers almost touch it,…

“Fuuuuuuck,” Daniel hisses, turning away for a split second, his shoulders tense. I raise my eyes to watch him, to look between him and Jerome, desperate for… For any solution. For anything at all, now that my world has turned upside down. Jerome’s eyes are on me. “It’s okay, Fay,” he says, coming forward to…

Before I can open my mouth to tell him precisely that, Kent snaps a hand up and grabs the fabric of my shirt in his fist, yanking me forward so that I stumble against him, gasping in surprise and fear. “WHO,” he roars, shaking me a little, “have you been FUCKING, Fay!?” “Hey!” Daniel shouts,…

As the panic takes over, as the pain rises in his chest and he groans with it, Kent keeps tight at the center of himself the tiny kernel of hope that… That something went wrong. With him. With the minor surgery he had years ago. And as his mind goes dark with the pain of…

“Well,” Kent says with a little sigh, running a hand through his hair. “They probably will come back. But for a few weeks, at least,” he says, smiling at the two of them, “we’ve got the house back to ourselves.” “We have to celebrate!” Fay declares, holding her glass up and spinning again with joy….