(Aiden’s POV) “What? You’re looking for what?” I blinked, then my eyebrows furrowed, hoping I heard it wrong. Jessamine might be looking for a cat, a pet I didn’t know. My best friend raised her head and looked at me, meeting my eyes. I didn’t back down, scowling at her as our eyes met. “I said I am asking them to help me find the guy I was with that night,” Jessamine repeated, then sighed, her full lips curling. “The father of this child,” she placed her palm on her belly. “What?” It was almost a murmur, and then I shook my head, trying to brush off the headache... and the heartache. “Why? Am I not enough?” “No, Aiden. You don’t understand.” Jessamine lowered her head and fidgeted with her hands. “Yeah, I don’t understand,” I opened my mouth, unsure which was worst, my presumed death or this. “This isn’t about you or me…” She snarled, fighting her tears and clutching the hem of her shirt. “This is about…” She turned her gaze at her housemate, silently asking for help to fill he
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