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I almost collapsed from shock. Then, the tears came. How could Brad be dead? I had just seen him the other day. I had been seeing Brad a couple times a month down at the local coffee shop. He knew I was pregnant and he understood that I thought Justin was the father.

“He’s dead?” I choked out.

Justin sighed and said, “Yeah. His secretary hadn’t seen him for a couple days so she called the police. There was a knife in his back and he was naked in the shower.”

I shook my head and sat down. I couldn’t believe it. “Justin, I can’t believe it. What am I going to do?” I began sobbing and Justin sat down next to me. He began rubbing my back and telling me it would be alright. I knew it would be, it was just a hard thing to believe right now.

“So whose kid is it?” Justin asked with a cocky attitude. “Mine or his?”

“Wow!” I screamed. “Someone I was close to being in love with is dead and all you can care about is a kid that’s 7 months from being born! I don’t believe you!”

“You’re right,” he said, changing his tone. “I’m sorry. If you need anything, I’ll be in the other room talking to Angie.” With those words, he walked out and left me alone in the living room.

Dear Diary,                                                                             July 21^st, 2007

I can’t believe it. Brad’s dead. And even though the baby wasn’t his, I still have a feeling he would have been a great dad. I think Justin is offended because he thinks the baby is Brad’s. I want to let him know it is his, but I just don’t know how!

                                                                                                            Anna

I finished writing and I walked into the kitchen to see Justin and Angela conversing at the table, a mug of coffee in her hand and a glass of water in his. I didn’t know what to say but, “Justin, we need to talk.”