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I found Zander's room with relative ease. Trying to walk those final few steps was a mission. My insides were wrecked as I experienced everything from excitement at the thought of seeing his beautiful face again to the dread of what I had to tell him. Zander's door was only two away. I could see that it was open, and music was pumping out of it. My stomach twisted into a tight ball, and I laid my hand over my belly, an instinctual move, like I was trying to protect my baby's ears. And then I froze, my eyes rounding to dinner plates as I stared into his room and took in what felt like a scene from a horror movie. It kind of was. It was my horror movie. Zander wasn't alone. Two other girls were on his bed with him, and the picture in front of me told me everything I needed to know. [...] Breaths started punching out of me. Or maybe they were sobs. His body didn't belong to just me anymore, and it was killing me. He was oblivious to his audience. He couldn't even sense me watching him, which a few months ago I would have sworn was impossible. We had a silent call between us, could always tell when the other person entered a room. And now he was on a bed with two college girls, and I was standing out in the cold, pregnant with his child and completely forgotten about. Bile surged within me, my stomach convulsing as I slapped a hand over my mouth and ran. And I haven't stopped running since. The guy I fell in love with was not that guy on the bed. He was someone I didn't know.