But I had to stay and act normal. This was the path I had chosen a very long time ago, faking it. I wasn’t even sure what would happen if I ever decided to stray from it. What would honesty in this look like?

“Allie?”

“Andrew.” Thank God my voice worked. It had been a crap shoot, really. “What are you doing here?”

“Just visiting an old friend.”

My mind formulated insane escape routes more appropriate for an action flick than real life. “Oh, yeah?”

He pushed off from the wall. We were completely out in the open. Sure, no one was actually around, and yes, this neighborhood was shady. But nothing bad was happening. Nothing bad would happen. But my body didn’t seem to believe that. It was shivering and sweating and clenching like a spastic marionette.

His arms came around me in a bear hug. My face smashed against his chest. I drew in a Andrew-filled breath that soothed me. How could the sight of him terrify me but the smell of him comfort me? My body was as confused as my mind.

His embrace tightened to the point of pain. Abruptly he released me, then pushed past me to my car. I spun around, watching in horror as he peered into my backseat. He looked back at me. “This is yours.”

“Yes.” He knew my car, of course. He’d been in it before. He’d even helped me fix it up, back in the day.

“No, that.” He pointed through the window to the car seat. “You have a baby?” His voice was strained. The first crack in our shared facade.

“Andrew.” So many things in that single word: don’t go there, I don’t want to tell you, you don’t want to know, why did you hurt me?

But he didn’t hear them, or didn’t care. “How old is it?”

“Please. Just go.”

“Answer the question.”

“It’s none of your business. There. How about that for an answer?”

“Don’t bullshit me. You were never good at it.”

“I’m not bullshitting you. That’s the truth. Bailey’s not your business.”

“Bailey.” He said it slowly, weighing the name. It made me angry. His eyes faded from anger into wonder. “A girl?”

“She’s mine. You have nothing to do with her.”

“Really? Is that true?” His tone called me a liar.

I said nothing, just narrowed my eyes at him in impotent rage and fear.

“Tell me who her father is, if not me? Is it Kyle, from third period? You went out once, right? Did you see him again? Or was it that guy where you work? Or are you hooking like Shelly, and you got knocked up? Whose is it, if it’s not mine?”

I hated, hated, the stinging warmth in my eyes. I blinked, but it only made it worse. Weak. Stupid girl, never learns.

“Let’s not fight.”