I’m Pregnant with My Childhood Friend’s Baby

The night my childhood friend got drunk, I could no longer hide my secret: I was an inters*x person.

After he had his way with me, I fled the country on a red-eye flight that very night.

Years later, we ran into each other at the gates of a kindergarten.

He stared at the little girl standing beside me, his expression darkening.

“You’re married?

“And this child… why does she look so much like me?”