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Her back hurts

Her head hurts

Her feet are swelling

I’ve given up being nice It does no good to tell her that I don’t care She still calls Still texts So I’ve resorted to ignoring her I hit the side button on ain, seconds after being ignored Whoever this is, they are on a mission

“Hello?”

“Oh! You answered” Papers shuffle in the background as the woman clears her throat “Are you Joshua Thomas?”

“Who’s asking?”

“My na from St Mary’s Hospital How are you today, sir?”

I groan and drop ainst the headrest This is baby related Of course it is “How can I help you?”

“I’ to discuss Bryson McGee”

I takethe hospital call et the paternity test out of the way but come on “Listen, Miss—”

The woman blurts her next sentence in one breath, sis “A childbirth”

If I was standing, I’d fall to irl, but I didn’t hate her And I’d never wish soh ure out what happens next

“She’s been calling“She can’t be dead”

“It was probably her family You are listed on the forms fron some papers”