Early the next morning, Oliver showed up at the door of my apartment. Before I answered it, I already knew why he was there. His expression practically screamed, "I'm just here to take responsibility." For a moment, neither of us said a word. Then, he broke the silence. "I know.""Know what?" I played dumb."About the pregnancy."Of course, Maeve had told him.I stepped aside to let him in. As soon as he crossed the threshold, the apartment instantly felt even more cramped. He scanned the room, drinking in the tiny bed, the folding table beneath the window, and the kitchenette squeezed into the corner. Then, his forehead creased. I couldn't tell if he was judging the apartment or wondering how I could possibly live there. He took a few steps farther inside and halted by the window. "What's your plan?" he inquired."I'm going to have the baby," I answered without a moment's hesitation. He clenched his jaw. "And then what?" His voice rose an octave. "You live in a shoe
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