Sympathy Pains

CADE

I stare at Hazel. She stares back, wild-eyed and breathless, like she'd just barely escaped a burning building. For three silent seconds, the air between us crackles.

"You were pregnant," she repeats.

My brain stalls. I blink slowly. "Excuse me?"

"In the dream," she clarifies, dragging both hands down her face.

I nod and lie back down. "Okay."

Ten seconds of blessed silence follow b