I sat there for a second, letting the sentence land properly."Okay," I said, slowly. "And that's, that's a lot, obviously, but I'm not sure I understand why you need me specifically to promise secrecy. It's just a friend of yours having a baby, ""It might be mine."I stopped."What?""The baby. It might be mine." He said it like it cost him something physical to get the words out, rubbing both hands over his face. "When she came back, two months ago, we, " he didn't finish the sentence, didn't need to. "It was one night. We were both drunk, both nostalgic, both stupid. It shouldn't have happened, and we agreed afterward it was a mistake and never spoke about it again.""Okay.""She showed up today saying she wanted to see me. That's all she said on the phone." He exhaled, like even the memory of the last hour was exhausting. "I sent you out because it was Sophie, and whatever she wanted, I figured it was personal, not work. I had no idea what was actually coming. Then, once we were
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