Paige's Perspective:

The first thing I do is cry when I see my friend. She looks beautiful with her little swollen belly, and I imagine myself in a few months looking the same. We hug, and I introduce her to Tabatha, who only knew her through video calls. Riley, who she knows from her trip to Brazil, is also there.

We talk and sit in the living room. I'm anxious to tell them the truth, but I want both of my friends to be present.

"I need to tell you something, and I'd like Riley to be here too," I say nervously.

"Oh, you scared me! Call her right away. I won't be able to handle the suspense," my friend says, exaggerating the drama for no reason.

I dial Riley's number, but she doesn't answer. That's strange, but I don't give it much importance. I look at Sarah, who can't contain her anxiety to know what I have to say.

"She's not answering. I know how you are, and I'll tell you on the condition that you don't tell anyone, not even Ethan," I say firmly, pointing my index finger at her.

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