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CHAPTER 053: ALMOST HONEST II

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“It’s nothing. I was just thinking.”

“Clearly.”

I frowned at him. He didn’t look away.

“There’s something I heard,” I admitted finally. “At your mother’s house. Catherine and Eleanor, we’re talking. About Rosalind.”

Something shifted behind his eyes,

“They were talking about a baby.” I made myself hold his gaze. “I think Rosalind’s pregnant.”

For a second he didn’t say anything at all. Then he leaned back against the seat, his face lacking any emotion.

“Pregnant?”

“I didn’t know if I should eve
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