We pass by two storefronts before she flashes a smile my way. "Yup, all good. I have something on my mind, but it's probably nothing."
My brows draw together. If something is bothering her, I'm surprised she hasn't already shared it with me. "What's going on?"
There's a tiny park with playground equipment for small children along with a few benches. Finding one that's empty, we sit down before setting our bags next to us.
When she doesn't immediately launch into what's going on, I nudge her along. "Fill me in."
Her body deflates as she nibbles her lower lip. Instead of beating around the bush, she blurts, "A couple of weeks ago, Dylan and I were having sex and," she pauses as her voice drops, "the condom broke."
My eyes widen in understanding. The only thing worse than a ripped condom is a positive pregnancy test. "What does Dylan think?"