Prologue: The Way We Get By

Leaning against the bar table Sawyer glanced between her to the piece of paper she held in her hand. "What does all of this mean?", Scoffing down at it with an arched brow.

"It's yours!" Juliette hissed out as she glared at him, shaking her head angrily, she snatched the paper from his possession. "You're the last person I was with, so it's yours, dummy. I just thought you should know."

His widened eyes flickered from her stomach to her face and his thick brows furrowed even more.

"Are you keeping it?"