Her head was slumped on the table by the time he came over. She looked up at him, the concern written on his face making her hate him a little less and yet, at the same time hate him a little more. Why couldn't he have always been there? Why was he there now?

"I-" Abigail began, reaching for her phone before tapping away and sending him a text. People here had big mouths, she didn't want this getting out if it was true. She didn't want Kim to know from anyone else if it was, and if it wasn't then he never needed to know.

[Txt: I messed up.]
[Txt: I'm late. And I feel sick.]
[Txt: I think I'm pregnant.]

She sighed, pressing her head against her arm and making a face. She was so stupid.