Pregnant by my Ex-Boyfriend’s Father
“Okay,” she said, scrolling with that calm confidence I envied. “Your inbox exploded overnight.”
“Again?” I covered my face. I had barely recovered from the podcast drama.
“Yes, but this time… Aria, you need to come and see this.”
Her tone sharpened not harsh, but shaped with meaning.
I stood and walked over, my fingers tightening around each other.
She tilted the screen toward me.
The subject line at the top glowed like a miracle.
INVITATION: National BookFest 2025, Panelist Confirmation (Aria Dane)