I knew that I could trust Daniel, but I didn’t want to believe what he had told me.
He told me that I was pregnant after I told him I was going to speak to Theo, and he could have been lying to persuade me not to go.
I told him a hundred times that it shouldn’t have been possible, but he would only say that he knew he was right.
He stayed with me all night, and put up with the myriad of reactions I had as I thought about what I would do if he was right.
I didn’t even know who the father was, and I felt deeply ashamed of that; it was part of the reason I was still in denial; I wasn’t the sort of person who ended up pregnant with no idea who the father was.
Except, if he was right, I was that person.
Every time I thought about Theo, I couldn’t shake the idea it was karma.
I had aban
