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Allison

There they are, the pregnancy tests, lined up on the kitchen island like sandbags stacked against a storm. Except this time, the hurricane is Gregory, and I'm the poor beach about to get battered.

He paces across the living room, hands behind his back. He won't look at me, and I'm terrified of what he's thinking. I didn't ask for this pregnancy—if I could go back, I'd make him put on a stupid condom. Better yet, I'd never sleep with him to begin with.

I can't change what happened. I'm carrying his baby, and even if this was never a part of our agreement, I'm keeping this child.

Gregory isn't the father type. He's made that obvious.

Anything that restricts his freedom has to be annihilated.

He's the sort of man that would rather run away than risk getting tethered in one place, even if it means turning his back on his family.

Only he's caught in this war and there's no way he could escape now.

Which means he's going to force me to make the most horrible decision imaginable.

And