I roll off her and sit on the edge of the bed, cradling my head in my hands. When she doesn’t move, I growl, “Go back to your husband, Cally.”She sits up and positions herself next to me. So damn close it hurts. She rests her elbows on her knees, her head in her hands, and I realize for the first time what a wreck she is. She looks like she hasn’t slept for days, like she’s been ravaged by grief and worry and…more.She lets out a long, slow breath. “Meredith’s pregnant. Did you know that?”“What does Meredith have to do with anything?”“Everyone is saying it’s yours.”I have to laugh at that. Same old joke coming back to me. “I can guarantee you it’s not mine.”“But you slept with her before I came back. It could be.”“Just—” I shake my head and push off the bed. Why are we even talking about this? “Believe what you want, okay? It doesn’t fucking matter anymore.”“It does matter,” she whispers. “It matters because she can give you the life you want.
