Chapter One Hundred and Seventy-Seven
Ahmet let out a long breath, the kind that dragged something heavy out of his chest.
"She just left," he said.
Markus's grin widened. "She just left?"
Ahmet nodded once, then leaned back against the counter, rubbing a hand over his face. The words came slower after that. Not everything. Ahmet dragged a hand down his face. "She missed her period."
Markus stiffened. "What?"
"She had come here, panicked," Ahmet went on, staring at the floor like it might give him answers. "She thought she might be pregnant. I had to get a test." He let out a humorless breath.
Markus swore under his breath.
"She wasn't," Ahmet said. "The test was negative." He paused, jaw tightening. "I should've felt relieved. I did, initially, but not the way I expected to."
Markus glanced at him. "What do you mean?"
