“I’ll come.”
“She asked if I was scared about becoming a dad.”
“No.”
“Ayla.”
“This is my conversation, Nolan. Can you just give me some respect?”
***
Madison opened the door, one hand resting on her stomach.
“Ayla.”
“We need to talk.”
She stepped aside.
“Can you just give me some respect?”
I’d known her for years. She was blunt, independent, and usually the last person to ask for help.
“Nothing happened between us.”
“I know.”
Her eyebrows lifted.
“I’m not here because I think you’re sleeping with my husband.”
“Then what…”
“I know.”
“Did you think I knew?”
She stopped.
“About what?”
“The appointments. The calls?”
“I thought so.”
“The guardianship?”
Madison went quiet.
“Did you think I knew?”
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