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could have. “Besides, you would be dead if it hadn’t been mine. Unless you and Burns took your sibling-like spiel to an entirely new level, I can’t think of anyone you’d rather jump than me.”
    I felt the corner of my mouth twitch, but I wasn’t quite capable of humor yet. A slight shake of my head was enough for a reply.
    Using his free hand to rake his fingers through his hair, Nate cleared his throat. “If you want to know how… I don’t know. They always told us it was impossible. But when I talked to the guys at the Silo, Sunny told me that they have about ten confirmed cases now. Wives, girlfriends, all either too faithful to be questionable, or without another possibility. You can likely better make sense of his raving about how fantastic isolation is for case studies.”
    My mind skipped right over his ramblings, still too focused on the important shit.
    “So the only reason I’m alive is because I killed our child,” I murmured, my voice losing any strength it still had left toward the end.
    Sudden anger blazed in Nate’s eyes, making me want to shy back, but he was right in my face before I could even think about turning my head away.
    “Stop this shit, right fucking now! You are not responsible for any of this!” Exhaling hard, he looked away, but his eyes zoomed right back to mine, his voice softening. “You would never have carried that child to term. That’s the one common denominator Sunny mentioned. The longest were about seven weeks, probably closer to six.”
    Somehow that didn’t lessen the pain at all. I tried to remember when I’d last had my period. It had come at such unreliable intervals since the shit hit the fan that I’d all but stopped paying attention to it. I remembered two instances—just before Christmas, and in that one warm week in February when the Chinooks had thawed part of our porch slope within hours. But that was it. With the—now proven false—knowledge that Nate couldn’t knock me up, I’d considered it mostly a blessing. And it wasn’t like lack in frequency hadn’t been balanced with true sucker punches where cramps had been concerned.
    My throat seized up again when a different reason for why the flow had been so heavy occurred to me. The very idea that I hadn’t miscarried just once, but several times was just too much. Try as I might, I couldn’t completely swallow the whimper that made it out of the depth of my chest, deepening the pain and concern on Nate’s face.
    “Bree, talk to me. Please,” he begged. “I know there’s nothing I can do to make it any easier, but you don’t have to eat this all up. You don’t have to carry the burden alone.”
    I didn’t want to, but when he kept on looking at me like that, I just couldn’t keep my trap shut. Yet as soon as I voiced my concern, he vehemently shook his head.
    “I don’t think so. Sunny asked if you’d been showing any signs. Apparently, even in the mildest course the woman was bedridden for days after days of bad cramps and excruciating pain.”
    That sounded too familiar not to guess out loud. “Was it just that? Me just losing…”
    Nate shook his head, a hint of a smirk crossing his features.
    “Oh, no, don’t even start like that. You got bitten, and you were infected. Maybe still are. You all but died. I spent four entire days not knowing if you were actually still breathing or whether I was imagining things. The fever. The bruising. I didn’t just imagine all that. I still can’t quite believe that you made it through all that. If you factor in the aftereffects of the booster and—“ The miscarriage. No need to say it out loud again. He resumed talking after a few convulsive swallows. “Until you were talking in your sleep earlier I still wasn’t completely sure if you hadn’t turned and were locked in some sort of vegetative state. Congratulations. You’re the first confirmed case of someone being infected and not dying from it.”
    Not a triumph I felt like