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The Math Wasn’t Mathing

작가: Krystal Bahmz
last update 게시일: 2026-08-12 18:28:27

I stared at her. “A boy,” I repeated.

“My son.”

“Who’s only a few weeks along.”

“Three months,” she said too quickly, then smoothed out her voice. “I mean, early trimester.”

I looked at her a little longer.

Three months.

The number lit up faintly in the back of my mind, but I didn’t pick it up yet. Because Poppy had just been mentioned like an item in an inheritance meeting, and that took priority.

I closed the folder with one finger. “Kelsey.”

I watched her swallow.

“What do you want?”

“I want
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