“You sat beside him while he tried to make me sign away my home.”
“I know.”
“Then what could you possibly need from me?”
Silence.
Finally she whispered:
“Did Diego tell you why he got the vasectomy?”
I frowned.
“We agreed we weren’t planning children immediately. He suggested it.”
“He told me you forced him.”
Of course he did.
“What else did he tell you?”
“That your marriage had been over for a year.”
I closed my eyes.
“He slept beside me every night until the day I told him I was pregnant.”
Paula began crying harder.
Then she said:
“He told me he wanted a future with me.”
“That isn’t my problem anymore.”
“I know.”
But she didn’t hang up.
Then I understood.
“Why are you calling?”
She whispered:
“Because I’m pregnant.”
I sat down.
For several seconds, neither of us spoke.
“How far along?”
“Almost six weeks.”
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