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"Sweetheart, there are a hundred reasons why you could have ain, you could have been sick Sometimessometimes cancer patients will take their own lives, often for very unselfish reasons"

I scrunched ht, but I got the distinct feeling she wasn’t far off the lance toward my abdomen and turned away just as quickly, I looked down and noticed the soft fullness that rounded asp escaped before I could stop it

"I was pregnant?" I almost screamed the question in disbelief Both hands flew over nant when I committed suicide," I pleaded from behind them

She put her coffee cup down and took both my hands into hers, and only then did I realize she could feel h walls I’d done so while trying to get to her, to her light

"We don’t know that," she said, her voice strong and reassuring "I’ll find out what happened to you I proolden depths of her eyes reassured ht now I need a shower"

After another quick squeeze of et dressed As she did so, I studied her aparter wanted to knoho I was

What I was I ran esture that see it a long tih to be showing Perhaps six months? Maybe a little more?

My heart contracted, and I forcedabout it, to pay attention to what I was looking at Charley had books by Jane Austen, JR Ward, and everyone in between I’d never read Sweet, Savage Love, but it ood She had three copies After that, I careened past Mr Wong’s corner and toured the rest of the tiny box-like dwelling in about thirty seconds flat I thought about trying to strike up a conversation with Mr Wong, but he see, so I sank into Charley’s overstuffed sofa and let , at a need so desperate, so overpowering I illing to give er who knew she would just die if Daddy didn’t buy her a new car Were my desires so superficial? I couldn’t help but wonder, because I had no idea what it was I longed for Had I co and couldn’t have it? Could I be that childish? That callous? Especially with a baby on the way?

"Ready?" Charley asked

I opened s But I seeht in the distance and traveled toward it until I was in her living rooed into jeans and a white hoodie Her hair had been pulled back into a ponytail and I saw her face fully for the first time What a beauty she was I wondered if she knew

When she started another pot of coffee, I furrowed my brows in question

"This is for my friend Cookie She lives across the hall," she said as she scribbled a quick note

"She’ll be over for coffee soon, but we have an errand to run"