As I carried our bags down to the car, Shelly called.
Fuck! I answered and after a quick conversation I was putting my bags into the trunk and telling my mother I had to go. I’d meet her outside the mark’s condo and we’d leave from there.
My mother thought nothing of it as I walked away and found Shelly sitting in a booth in the diner.
The conversation boiled down to “I’m pregnant.”
I still left. I still wasn’t ready to be a father.
When I reached the mark’s condo outside, there was a car accident. I stared. “Mom?”