“Thought I might find you here.”

Kenna looked up from her seat in the auditorium on the college campus. “Charlotte! I thought you and my brother were in New York.”

“We got back yesterday.” I settled into the seat next to her and put my leopard-print heels up on the seat in front of me.

I glanced to the front of the room. “This class looks cool. I thought you’d finished school for the year.”

“I’m taking a summer course to get ahead. I’ll be done by the time I go to camp. But who knows, I might not come back. There’re a lot of things you can do without college.” Kenna’s smile faded and suspicion edged in. “So you just came by to…hang out.”

“Right.”

I reached into my bag and pulled out a cookie. “Want some? This guy at work makes chocolate chip that’ll curl your toes.”

She reached out and broke off a piece. “You’re really not here to talk me into staying in school?”

“Nope. I’ve never been in school. I don’t know what you’d be missing out on. What is this, by the way?”

She nodded to the front of the room, where the professor stood.

“Today we’re continuing our conversation on evolving gender roles in the workplace,” the woman started.

“Women’s studies,” Kenna whispered.

I tuned into the lecture for a few minutes. I didn’t realize I’d gotten sucked in until Kenna nudged me with an elbow.

“Got any more cookies?” I passed her the bag without taking my gaze from the front of the room. “Are you seriously that interested in this lecture?” she demanded.

“If you’d ever worked at Alliance, you’d see how true all of this is. There are people who don’t think they can do what men can. More people need to hear this. Is this like your other classes?”

“Yes and no. They’re all ‘read these text books from dead people.’” She passed me a psychology text. I flipped through the pages.

“And it’s all garbage that has no link to real life. You’d rather be camping.”

“Not garbage. I mean, social psychology makes a lot of sense. You can apply it when you talk to people.”

“Hmm.” I pretended to read. “Avery says you want to be a social worker.”

“Yeah. I want to help people.”

I scanned one of the paragraphs. “This would definitely help.”

I glanced up when people started to make noise around us.

“Yup. Come on, nerd. Class is over.” Kenna shifted out of her chair and started piling books into her bag. “You can totally sit in on these classes if you like them so much. It’s called auditing.”

“You can just sit in.”

“Well, you’re not supposed to. But first- and second-year courses are so big, they’d never know. You could pass for a student. If you don’t mind bending a rule or two.”

I smiled. “Kenna. Doll. I was bending rules while you were in diapers.”

We filed out of the row and took the stairs down.

“So you’re coming Saturday, right?” she asked as we reached the door of the class.

“Saturday.”

“To celebrate. I know Avery’s really superstitious about this promotion, but assuming he gets it… We’re going to an amazing restaurant. Uncle A’s springing for it.”

“Um. Right.”

Maybe he’d forgotten to tell me.

Or maybe because he’s still holding you at a distance. You’re not his girlfriend—you’re a woman who’s about to be unemployed. Living off Grams’ life insurance.

I hated the doubt that worked its way into my gut. But I couldn’t keep it out.

* * *

“Hey, Charlie. Got a sec?”

I shifted back in my seat to see Mallory leaning over the edge of my cubicle.

“Sure. If you want an update on the wrap-up, I’ve revised the spreadsheet. Donor thank-yous got mailed yesterday. And I have cards for the comic and the venue to go out soon.”

Mallory shook her head. “Yeah, that’s not why I’m here. I have something you might be interested in.” She held a sheet of paper in front of my face, and I squinted.

“Wait. A job posting?”

“In comms. I know we didn’t hit it off at first, but you did a great job on the gala. We women have to stick together around here. It’s contract, but will probably turn into permanent. Mostly it’s event support and…” she trailed off as I stared up at her.

“Why are you showing me?”

“Because you should apply.” Her phone beeped and she glanced down at it. “I have to get this.”

“No problem,” I mumbled as Mallory scooted off.

Me as a legit communications person.

I stared at it over lunch. And that afternoon. And during my break.

“Hey, Charlie. You OK?” Payton hovered over my desk.

“Yeah. I’ve just been thinking about something.” I followed her into her office. “Mallory said I’d be perfect for this job. What do you think?”

“Wow. I didn’t picture you staying at Alliance, but if it’s what you want…”

I turned away. “It’s not what I pictured, but maybe it’s better. You think I could do it?”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Charlie.”

“What!” I protested, turning back. My friend’s hand clasped the couch arm, and her normally flushed face was pale.

“No, I just had this pain in my side.”

In two seconds I had my arm around her. I scanned her pale face, the way her shoulders slumped.

“We’re going to the hospital.”

* * *

“Payton. I’m in a meeting, can I call you back?” Max’s voice came down the line.

“It’s Charlie and no, you can’t call me back. Get your ass to the hospital.”

Fear replaced irritation in his tone. “What’s wrong?”

Noises in the background told me he was moving, and a door slammed.

“I don’t know. She’s been having cramps and then she was in all this pain. Just get over here.”

I stepped back into the room where nurses worked on either side of a pale Payton. She looked too small in that hospital bed.

“What are you doing?” I demanded, wedging in. One of them had Payton’s sleeve up above her elbow and was wiping her skin with a cotton ball.

“We’re running tests to assess her hormone levels. And we’ll do an ultrasound, even though it’s early for that.”

I knew what they were saying without them saying it. They needed to see if something had happened to the baby.

My friend’s glazed eyes found mine.

“It’s going to be fine, honey,” I said, taking her hand.

She nodded tightly. “Max?”

“He’s on his way.”

The nurses worked around her, an ultrasound tech joining a few minutes later. They’d just put the goop on her stomach when Max burst in the door.

His dark expression was filled with an intensity I’d never seen.

“It took forever for them to find you in the directory,” he panted. “It’s like they’ve never used a damn computer in this place.”

I dropped Payton’s hand, letting him take my place at her side.

“It’s fine. Probably just my stomach complaining about the lack of watermelon slushies lately.”

Max looked toward the screen and froze. “Holy shit.”

Payton followed his gaze, the corner of her mouth twitching up for the first time since we’d gotten to the hospital. “Whoa. Is that…?”

“That’s your baby,” the tech confirmed. “It’s about two inches long right now.”

“It’s moving,” Max said. His tone was awestruck.

“That’s right. At ten weeks they’re starting to kick their limbs. It’s probably too soon to tell if it’s a boy or a girl.”

“But it’s a person.”

The tech smiled. “It is a person. And we’ll wait on blood tests, but everything looks good from here. Its heart rate is normal.”

“Thank fuck. Wait.” He paled. “Can it hear me swear? Am I scarring it?”

“You’re probably safe.”

He turned to Payton, smoothing a piece of hair away from her face. “I can’t believe we made that. You’re unbelievable, Coyote. I’m sorry I suck at this. It’s been…unexpected. But you know how much I love you. Nothing we could do would ever disappoint me.” He leaned in and kissed her cheek. The other. Her forehead.

She reached for him and pulled his mouth to hers.

Tears stung the backs of my eyes. I turned for the door, wanting to give them privacy. Max’s voice stopped me.

“Hey, Charlie. Thanks.”

I managed a half-smile before making my way out into the hall.

People bustled past on the worn linoleum. I strolled down the hall.

I’d been that girl once. Pregnant, feeling alone. That experience had been enough to make me want to write off guys for a long time.

But it didn’t have to end like me and Derek. There were people like Payton and Max, who went through hard times and still found their way back to each other.

Avery was the first person who’d given me an indication I could have it. Neither of us was looking for it, but we’d seen something.

Maybe there was hope for me yet. For all of us.