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There was no beginning. No ending. Only the facts.

Her spine couldn’t straighten to ramrodstraight. Her tongue felt too big for her mouth. Her heart squeezed in on itself so hard pain shot out in all directions.

‘I’m pregnant.’

He rocked backwards in his chair, those beautiful eyes widening with disbelief. Or was it shock? Tamara couldn’t read him clearly. Gone was the open-faced, cheerful, friendly man everyone adored.

Might as well go for broke, put it all out there.

In a strangled whisper, she told him, ‘You’re the baby’s father.’

Then she waited for the axe to fall. And waited and waited. The silence was stifling. The walls came closer, squeezing the heavy air around her, suffocating her.

Say something, Conor.