He stepped beside me as we started walking toward the main entrance again.
“You going to tell her?”
“No.”
He gave me a look.
“She already knows enough to be angry.”
“She knows I hid something.”
“She knows more than that.”
I stopped and faced him.
“You got something to say, say it.”
Dane didn’t flinch.
“She’s not weak.”
“I know that.”
“Then stop treating stress like it’ll break her.”
“I’m treating pregnancy like it matters.”
“And Mira?”
“That matters more.”
He held my stare a second longer, then looked away first.
“Still think you’re wrong.”
“Get in line.”
We stepped back inside. The noise in the main room had started again, softer than before. Women didn’t stop planning because men had issues. Sometimes I respected that.
Sometimes I feared it.
Cassidy spotted me first.
