His eyes flashed, his anger instantaneous.
“What? You mean after you left without telling me, how did I find out you were pregnant?”
I nodded.
“Your doctor is very thorough, helpful,” he said.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a letter. I took it, recognizing the logo.
“They sent a letter to confirm the pregnancy?” I said.
“Yes,” he responded as I read the letter.
“So considerate,” I muttered.
“I happen to think so,” he said.
“The phone call was more than sufficient,” I said.
“Well, aren’t I lucky that your doctor didn’t agree? But what was the problem?”
I glanced over at him. “Do you care to be more specific? I have many, many problems at the moment,” I said.
“The letter talks about your concerns and questions. What were they?”
“I shouldn’t have been able to get pregnant. After…” I trailed off, not wanting to continue, but after a moment, I looked at him again. “After the first time, I went and got birth control.”
“It failed?”
“Yeah. It did,” I said.
I could tell my tone was glum, and based on his expression, he heard it.
“You asked me another question,” I said.
“I did,” he responded.
“So I’ve earned one of my own,” I said.
“That was the deal.”
I didn’t speak immediately, but instead studied him, trying to gather my thoughts.
And analyze this new side of him.
He seemed almost wary.
But I didn’t understand it.
After all, it was him he who had come after me, had threatened my friend. I was the one who should have been unsettled, upset.
Not him.
“Why?” I finally said whispered.
“Why what?” he responded, though I knew he knew exactly what I meant.
“Why did you come after me?”