Art pressed his hand to his forehead, briefly, as if checking himself for a fever; really it was an attempt at a steadying gesture. Get it together, Art. He had to string together some semblance of advice, something — something about staying married to someone when you were making decisions that would hurt them, something about a right to know, and while he didn't think Melody really had a right to know about the baby if she was going to do things like go through Ben's mail, this was — something else entirely.

"I know," Art said, "I know it's about November and it's going to be fine but what if —" nope, he couldn't do that, couldn't say it, his chest felt vaguely pained again "— what if she finds out anyways?"

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