I knew what he was calculating.
Six months pregnant.
Six months since that rainy Tuesday in his kitchen, when I had stood in a blue dress with mascara running down my face and asked if he loved me or only needed me. He had stood there silent, trapped by his past, and finally said he did not know how to build a family.
So I walked out into the rain.
Three weeks later, alone in my bathroom, I found out I had not left that life alone.
“Doctor Adelaide?” Sophie’s voice pulled me back.
“Yes, honey?”
“You’re pretty. Are you having a baby?”
I smiled even though my chest hurt. “I am. The baby will be here in about two months.”
“That’s so cool,” Sophie said. “I always wanted a little sister.”
Behind me, Elias made a sound so quiet no one else noticed.
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