"I need to tell Brad that I am pregnant with his child, maybe then he will listen to me and tell me what the f**k is all this about," I keep chanting this to myself the next morning. I slept poorly and kept dreaming about Brad and Rhea. I was almost convinced for a bit that the entire episode was nothing but a nightmare, once I woke up the next morning.
I want to go home to Brad one last time to try to make it all right. Mom agrees to let me go on the condition that I eat my breakfast. I skipped my dinner last night and that is not healthy for the baby. I think I will need to eat and take care of myself. I can’t let the baby go hungry.
I somehow gobble down my food and leave for my place.
I open the door to see Rhea lying on my couch, practically naked.
I flinch. Why am I even surpr
