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chen, the only thing breaking the silen

he news of my pregnancy. I placed my hands on my stomach, feel

ue

or a brief moment, I allowed myself to hope he had changed hi

urtney's bills need to be settled," he

lump in m

w could he demand I d

er had given to me before his death. That money

ered to Maxwell; I wa

iled off. I wanted to speak about our child and ou

plicate this. Just do it. I don

mpty. There was no room in his heart

always complied, hoping that he wo

my chest as I approached the reception desk, aware of

l, and as I turned to go, I met Max

my arm, his fingers digging into my flesh

happy that I will be having a baby soon? Somethin

t tired, Maxwell," I mutt

ot to be tired about? Huh? Even if you say you have a chil

n pieces, so this was it? Three

ll, pl

growled rais

, a voice

ything o

ctor in a white coat, his calm auth

grip on my arm and h

on his face. "This isn't your concern," he mutt

ing. "Are you alright, ma'am?" he asked

I lied, but he

dentition. " You look tir

could use a brea

taken to another ward leav

what Maxwell overlooked. Before I knew it, he was leading me

," I said quietly, though g

sometimes," he replied, his to

spered, giving

it into the hamburger, I realiz

ou are going through or who that man is, but you should be treate

n, feeling tea

you, D

ring. "Take care of yourse

stayed with me, bringing a feeling of com

as soon as I entered inside, tha

expression hardened as he

n home," he said ." Had a dinner dat

's not.."

en nothing but a disappointment,

but I didn't look up because I

deep, icier

even give me a child, Edina. All this talk ab

had ever felt. "I'm not barren," I whi

" he demanded,

teadier now, remembering Dr. Cole's words.

ight feel guilty at what he said, but t

at's the case, it doesn't make any difference, Edina

ssed a stack of papers at me, w

bold word "DIVORCE" gla

ldly. "I'm done with thi

of that final blow crushin

nce again threatening to fall. But

s tone colder than ever. "I w

outside, clinging to my thin cardigan. I looked back one last time, but

s al

I could take care of. But as the cold chilled me to the b

too long, living i

t would be

aybe