Amanda

The pregnancy test in the bathroom garbage looks at me accusingly as the phone rings for Cole.

Pick up, pick up!

The wind howls and beats against my building, strong enough that it might all come crashing down.

My heart clutches in my chest, butterflies in my stomach. It took all my courage to press the call button.

"Hello," he says, his voice cold and disinterested.

Last time you saw him you called him a monster. He'll warm up. He has to!

"Cole. It's me, Amanda. Can we talk?"

"I'm busy. Why are you calling me? We're done. Over."

His icy tone causes wet tears to form in my...