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Nick: Right now. Please.

My heart is pounding. I don’t know what his face looks like right now. I don’t know if he’s in his office or his car or pacing the roof of a building. All I know is my entire future is vibrating in my hand.

So I say it.

Sara: There are three of them, Nick.

Nothing.

No dots. No response.

Just silence.

Sara: Triplets. I found out today.

Still nothing.

I bite my lip so hard it hurts, resisting the urge to backtrack, soften it, turn the truth into something smaller than it is.

And then, finally…

Nick: Where are you?

I blink. Reread it three times.

Sara: Home.

Nick: I’m on my way.

Oh god.

What the hell is going to happen now?

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Nick

The secondI step out of the elevator, I move fast.

Sara’s door’s down the hall, and I swear the floor’s getting farther away with every step, the whole building holding its breath along with me.

Triplets.

The word’s been echoing in my head ever since I got that text. I read it. Reread it. Waited for some punchline that never came.

Three versions of her smile. Or mine. Or some combination of both. Hell, maybe something entirely new. God help them.

My stomach’s in knots, but my hands? Steady as ever. When I knock, it’s without hesitation.

A second later, the door opens.

Sara stands there in leggings and an old T-shirt, hair tied up, her expression unreadable.

Her eyes flick over me. She’s weighing whether to slam the door or let me in.

She doesn’t say anything, so I do.

“I’m sorry.”

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