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“Why do you think he’s calling…?”

“Answer and find out!” she says. “Call him back. This could be a good opportunity to tell him the truth.”

“I’m not telling him I’m pregnant over the phone!”

We both jump at the sound of my phone going off once again. This time, it isn’t a call; it isn’t a voicemail, either, like I was anticipating. It was a text:

I was hoping to see you again, Damon’s text read. Are you free tonight?

Without looking to my best friend for advice or guidance, I write back a quick and seemingly thoughtless text:

No. Busy tonight, sorry.

I’m aware that even as my text is sending, that this was only ending my correspondence with Damon for the day. This is far from the end, and I know that eventually I won’t be able to procrastinate. Until then, I’m going to enjoy the beach.