تسجيل الدخولMy mom gasps dramatically, covering her mouth, “Oh, my god.” I frown, thinking about what my mother is about to say. She points at Jen through the camera, “You’re pregnant.” Jen chokes on her own saliva as my mom continues with what she assumes is the news. “Oh gosh, honey, I’m gonna be a grandma—”
I have never realized just how exhausting keeping a secret can be. Not because I’m regretting it. Not because I’m not sure. But because apparently the entire state of California has decided that my proposal plans are community property. I stand in the kitchen pretending to look through the fridge wh
He nods, “Okay.” I grin with excitement, “Number three.” My smile widens, hoping he will agree with this one. “Backstreet Boys at The Sphere.” Greg stares, “You contain multitudes.” I laugh, and he nods, “Fair.” Then his eyes light up like the Fourth of July, “What about the zip line?” I blink, t
By the time I get home, I feel lighter than I have all day. Work has done what work has always done. It gives me somewhere to put my brain. No mystery conversations, no suspicious behavior, and no trying to figure out why everyone suddenly looks guilty every time the word future comes up. Just contr
By late afternoon, I finally lean back. Finished, I smile, it has been a good day. Really good day. As I pack up, someone knocks lightly on the wall of my cubby, and Diane steps around the wall. I smile up at her, “Hey.” Diane smiles, “You got a minute?” I nod, thinking something has happened in on
The next morning, I wake up with one mission. Prove to myself that I’m not losing my mind. I lay staring at the ceiling while Greg moves around the bedroom, getting ready for training. He looks normal, maybe a little too normal. Which makes me a little suspicious. I watch him pull on his team shirt,
Jameson quickly wheels me away to our trailer so the boys can finish working on their bikes. “I can’t believe that psycho crazy bitch. How dare she say that we are engaged? I would never do that to Jen. We’re not engaged, are we?” I ask them, as the three of them would know more than I would about m
“If you even think about embarrassing me in front of all these cameras and my dad, I will make your life hell. Memory or not I don’t give a shit Greg. You are mine and only mine.”“Whatever you say, Princess, I’ll do just as you say, but I’m warning you now, Andrea, if you Mav or Garrett hurt Jen, y
Randy came and found me and took me over to the team pit, where a table and a microphone are set up ready for me to make my statement. What I am surprised to see behind the table on a trailer and stand is a bike in disarray. That can’t be my bike, surely. The front of the bike is pointing upwards, a
“Well, first of all, I don’t remember you, so why would I text you? Two, why are you and all these people surrounding me? And finally,” I turn and face all the cameras and mics, “I will do a press conference before the event starts at my teams' pit and will make a statement. No questions after my st







