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Ghosting: A love Story

tash skilton

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, or events, is entirely coincidental.

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Copyright © 2020 by Sarah Skilton and Sarvenaz Tash

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ISBN-13: 978-1-4967-3066-4 (ebook)

ISBN-10: 1-4967-3066-6 (ebook)

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Dedication

To the four sisters—Haideh, Homa, Haleh, and Hengameh—
who gave me my favorite love story. —S.T.

For my parents, Earl & Ros Hoover, who are overdue for a dedication; who taught me to love books; and whose Meet

Cute will never be matched. —S.S.

When you’re attracted to someone, it just means that your subconscious is attracted to their subconscious, subconsciously. So what we think of as fate is just two neuroses knowing that they are a perfect match.

—Nora Ephron, Sleepless in Seattle

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 1

MILES

It’s fine. It’s absolutely fine.

So what if my ex-fiancée just posted a photo of her ringless fingers cradling what is very obviously a baby bump. So what if we only broke up six weeks ago and, look, I cannot claim to be an expert in women’s reproductive health or anything, but I’m pretty sure that is not what six weeks pregnant looks like. So what if I, in a split second of confusion and elation, texted her “Are we having a baby?” with an actual goddamn baby emoji next to it just in case she needed a visual representation of the word “baby” and got absolutely no response even though the read receipt confirms she saw it.

So either the baby is mine and Jordan has decided she’s not going to let me be a part of his or her life. Or . . . Jordan was cheating on me before she dumped me, shattered my heart, and stole the apartment.

I’m not sure which is worse.

I get a ping on my laptop, a message next to a tiny picture of a smiling brunette girl.

Jules478: Hi, how are you?