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I grabbed my purse and the ultrasound pictures before getting out.

“Avery.”

I stopped.

I knew that voice.

My entire body did too.

Keith was coming out of the convenience store across from the parking lot.

Of fucking course.

Union wasn’t that damn big.

And neither was this part of Jersey.

He had a drink in one hand and his keys in the other.

Our eyes met.

His eyes dropped toward my stomach.

Then came back to my face.

“Hey.”

Keith looked away.

Just like he’d done every other time we’d crossed paths since everything happened.

No argument.

No smart shit.

No fuck you.

Nothing.

He walked toward his car.

And somehow that hurt worse.

“Keith.”

He stopped.

Didn’t turn around.

I swallowed.

I didn’t even know what the fuck I wanted to say.

Sorry?

I’d said it.

More than once.