“So that’s really it? You’re done?”
“I have to be, Hayley. Too much has happened, and Killian and I are toxic together. We bring out the worst in ourselves and everyone around us.”
“For what it’s worth I believe with everything I know that he does love you or he wants to but doesn’t know how to.”
My chest stings, but I can’t go there. I can’t think about what could have been.
“Let’s talk about other stuff. How’s your mom? Is she still dating that plumber?”
“Yeah. Thanks for asking. She’s really happy. He’s taking her somewhere for the holidays, so I’m flying to Arizona to spend Christmas with my dad.”
“That’ll be fun.”
“I think so, but I think Dad is hoping to sell me on transferring to a college closer to him or the one he works at.”
“I’m sure he misses you.”
“I miss him too. A new start is tempting, but I guess you know all about that, huh?”
“I still have time to decide, but I’m done with Crestwood. This place isn’t for me.”
“You’ve got to pinky swear that no matter where you decide to go, you’ll call me, video chat, email, text. I don’t want us to lose touch.”
“I promise.” I stick my pinky out, and she hooks hers with mine.
“Good. You should go to Arizona with me. Dad will be working at his side job, and I’ll be alone.”
“Maybe. I’ll think about it.” My cell buzzes from inside my bag. Doc is calling me. “I need to get this. I’ll just be a minute.”
“Cool. Do what you need to. I’m going to get a quick shower then we can do dinner.”
I smile and swipe accept. “Hello.”
“Liri Hart?”
“That’s me.”
“Hi, this is Judy from Doc Callahan’s office. I’ve been trying to reach you about some of your bloodwork. When do you think you can come in?”
“I’m out of town. Can we do it over the phone?”
“We can but Doc would like to see you in office.”
“Phone is fine.” My belly does a flipflop. Killian probably gave me some nasty STD or something.
“Your iron is low, but he wrote you a prescription for a supplement and prenatal vitamins.”
“What’s that?”
“For your pregnancy to make sure you and the baby get all your vital nutrients. You’ll need to get in with your OBGYN soon.” I hear what she’s saying but the words sound like static.
Pregnancy. Baby. My mouth opens then closes.
“Miss Hart? You still there?”
“Uh huh,” I whisper.
“It says here your last period was in October. We estimate you are in your first trimester. Between six to eight weeks.”