tears. It was the first time I’d ever seen her cry without an audience.
“I didn’t know you were pregnant,” she whispered.
The words slammed into me.
“You… what?” I asked.
“I know about the miscarriage,” she said, voice shaking. “Patricia told me. I didn’t know. When I gave you that check, when I told you to disappear, I didn’t know you were… you had…”
