로그인"Max."I said it too fast, before I'd even fully decided to, the lie leaving my mouth before I could stop and weigh what it would cost me. "Who else would it be?"Nate's face didn't change right away. He just looked at me for a long moment, something working behind his eyes that I couldn't fully read, and then he crossed the room and sat down on the edge of the bed beside me, careful, like the mattress might give way if he moved too fast."Are you going to keep it?"The question landed heavier than I expected. I thought about the baby I'd lost on that staircase, the eleven happy minutes before everything fell apart, the hollow ache that had lived under my ribs ever since. I thought about how badly I'd wanted this once, before I understood what it would actually cost me to get it."Yes." My voice came out steadier than I felt. "I'm keeping it."Something flickered across Nate's face. He hid it fast, tucking it away behind a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, but I caught it anyway
"You're pregnant?"Conner's voice came out low, careful, his eyes still fixed on the paper in his hand like he was doing math he didn't want the answer to. I opened my mouth, some half-formed explanation already rising in my throat, though I had no idea yet what I was even going to say.I never got the chance to find out."Why didn't you tell me you're pregnant?"Max's voice cracked across the sidewalk like a gunshot, and I turned so fast my neck ached with it, my whole body flooding with a dread so sudden it nearly buckled my knees.He was already crossing toward us, face lit up in a way I hadn't seen since the day I first told him I loved him, years and a lifetime ago. He came to a stop beside me, closer than I wanted him, one hand hovering near my shoulder like he thought he still had the right to touch me."Max." His name came out of me thin, strangled. "What are you doing here?""I have an appointment." He barely glanced at Conner, too consumed by whatever fantasy was already bui
"I'm fine, Nate."I said it three times before he finally believed me, standing in the doorway with his jacket half on, clearly torn between trusting my word and the memory of finding me shaking under three blankets the night before."Text me if anything changes.""I will.""I mean it, Anna.""I know." I managed something close to a smile, gentle enough actually to reassure him. "Go. You've already missed enough because of me."He left reluctantly, glancing back twice before the door finally closed, and I sat in the sudden quiet of the apartment feeling steadier than I had in days, physically, at least. Whatever had knocked me flat seemed to have loosened its grip overnight.My phone buzzed while I was still finishing my tea.*Conner: How are you feeling?*I stared at the message for a long moment, something cold moving through me at the casual concern in it, like a man who'd drugged me and dragged me down a hallway had any right left to ask how I was doing.I didn't reply.I set the
I stood in that alley long after the message stopped coming through, staring at my phone like it might take the words back if I looked at them long enough.*Don't trust Nate either. He knows more than he's told you.*I turned it over and over on the walk home, trying to find a version of it that made sense. Conner had planned what happened to me, that part I had proof of, cold and undeniable, sitting in a drawer under a stack of old bills. But Nate?I'd known Nate since we were kids trading lunch snacks on a playground neither of us remembered clearly anymore. I'd known him through braces and breakups and the year his father got sick, through every version of myself I'd ever been before Max existed. He'd shown up at two in the morning without asking a single question. He'd fed me, sheltered me, held my hand in a dark theater and never once pushed for more than I could give.Whoever was sending these messages wanted me isolated. Scared. Suspicious of the one person who'd actually shown
I spent the whole morning being someone I wasn't.Pleasant. Efficient. The picture of a woman with nothing on her mind except spreadsheets and calendar invites. I answered Conner's questions with clipped, professional politeness, gave him nothing to read on my face, filed his correspondence like it was the only thing in the world I cared about.Inside, I was counting down the hours.I couldn't afford another mistake like yesterday. Not after that second text sitting in my phone like something radioactive, words I'd read so many times they'd worn a groove into my memory. *Don't let Conner know you're meeting me, he's the reason you don't remember that night at all.*I didn't know if it was true. I didn't know anything, really, except that I needed to find out, and that meant staying careful and staying quiet. Being e, stayingring enough that Conner wouldn't think twice about where I went the second the clock hit five.I closed my laptop at four-forty-five and told him I had a doctor's
I tried the number three times before I gave up.Straight to a dead line each time, no ring, no voicemail, just a flat electronic tone that made my stomach twist tighter with every attempt. Whoever this was, they didn't want to be found. They just wanted to be listened to.A second text landed while I was still staring at the screen.*Meet me at the parking lot at 6pm.*No name. No explanation. Just an order, delivered as flatly as everything else about this day had been, and I sat there with my thumb hovering over the message for a long moment before I finally shoved the phone back into my pocket and made myself walk back toward the filing room.I told myself I wasn't going to think about it for the rest of the afternoon.That lasted about eleven minutes.---By four o'clock, the clock on my desktop had become the only thing I could actually focus on. I answered emails I don't remember the content of. I filed papers into folders I'd have to double-check tomorrow because half my atten







