“I don’t know!” she blurts. “They really didn’t give me any details. But… well, I think you’re better off looking for remains, at this point. If I had to guess, Benjamin is dead.”
The words knock the wind out of me. I double over, too sick to sit up straight. But Timofey doesn’t move. He just closes out the call and sits there, staring straight ahead, his eyes unseeing.
“Timofey,” I rasp. “I’m so sorry. I’m—I had no idea any of this would happen. I’m—”
“Pregnant. You’re pregnant, Piper. Calm down before…” He swallows and stands up. “Calm down before I lose both of my children.”
Then he walks into the bathroom and closes the door.
Piper spends most of it with her head against the window, pretending to sleep. I let her. It’s easier than trying to make conversation.
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