Chase Steadied Me
as we walked to his truck,
hand in hand. He opened
the door, helped me inside,
slid in behind the wheel.
So tell me.
I considered playing
ignorant, but knew he
wouldn’t let go.
“About the baby …”
My eyes unlocked
from his, but not quickly
enough to conceal the truth.
Brendan is the father.
My throat constricted,
like a rubber band twisting
around my admission.
“Oh, God, Chase.
It’s all so wrong!”
Our eyes reconnected.
In his, I found sympathy.
And jealousy.
It doesn’t matter, Kristina.
We can make it right.
He Drove Me Home—Slowly
My stomach flip-flopped
with every curve and brake.
Finally, he asked,
So what do you think?
I had no answers.