“But you treated them like facts.”
“Yes.”
“You made yourself the one who decided what I could survive.”
He looked like that line landed exactly how I intended it.
“And now what?” I asked. “I tell you I’m pregnant, and your first thought is what, exactly?”
“My first thought was that I don’t understand how this is possible.”
Bruce looked wrecked.
“My first thought was that I don’t understand how this is possible.”
It was better than an accusation, but not by much.
I folded my arms tightly across my chest.
“You looked at me like I had betrayed you.”
“I know.”
“I can’t do this tonight. Not while I still feel stupid for being happy.”
“And you still kept this from me for five years.”
He closed his eyes. “Yes.”
I pointed toward the hallway.
“I can’t do this tonight. Not while that cake is sitting there and dinner’s on the stove and I still feel stupid for being happy.”
