Ben's mind had spiraled after his admission, remembering the way he'd walked in on her with the potion in Paris. She might be off doing that right now, for all he knew. He didn't know where she'd gotten the potion or how difficult it was to acquire, but if she could manage it in Paris she could have done it all the more easily in England... If Ben didn't find her before that, there might not be a pregnancy any more. She thought he was gone, after all, and she'd made the same decision with less rationale before...

Art's question, however, stopped his pacing. Ben's eyes widened again at this possibility. It was possible that it was all a lie to get him hooked again — just as possible that the one time he'd slept with her without protection she'd gotten pregnant. (Well, all in all it had happened twice — and apparently, allegedly, had resulted in a pregnancy both times). He had no reason to believe that either Melody or Mrs. Finch were trustworthy — in fact, he had every reason to believe they weren't. But if they weren't lying, if this wasn't a trick, could he risk it?

"I don't know," he admitted, openly dismayed. He raised his hands and ran them both through his hair, too frazzled even to pace at this point. "I don't know. Her mother told me. I don't know. We've been using protection. There was just one time. A month ago. I don't know," he repeated, shaking his head. "But what if she is? What if she —?"