I jerk my head to the door across the hall. “In her room.”
“You need to go to her.”
“Be there for her,” she says emphatically. “She’s going to need you.”
I shake my head. “Have you forgotten who you’re talking to? I’m not that man, Jennifer.”
“What man?” she asks. “A man with compassion? With empathy?”
“That’s bullshit,” she replies. “That poor girl needs you. She’s carrying your child and she’s just chosen you over her family. If she doesn’t have you, she has no one. You need to be with her.”
“Do I have to remind you that I’m the one who gives the orders around here?”
“Fine!” she says, throwing her hands up in defeat. “Fine. I tried. I’m heading back.”
“You can’t put it off forever, Jennifer,” I call after her as she descends the staircase. “You’ll have to face him eventually.”
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