“She needed a ride.”
“Two days ago?”
“Yes.”
“Was that the first time?”
He hesitated.
“How many?”
“A few.”
“She needed a ride.”
“How many is a few?”
“Three.”
I laughed once.
“Three appointments?”
“Did you tell me about any of them?”
“No.”
“Three appointments?”
“Did you plan to?”
“I didn’t think it mattered.”
That answer hit harder than I expected.
“You didn’t think sitting beside another pregnant woman at three appointments mattered?”
“It’s not like that.”
“Did you hear her baby’s heartbeat?”
“I didn’t think it mattered.”
Nolan looked away.
“Yes.”
“Did you sit through an ultrasound?”
“Yes.”
“Did she cry?”
His jaw tightened.
“A little.”
Nolan looked away.
I nodded.
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