still holding the tray. My heartbeat pulsed in my ears.
“You’re living off me, eating for free, and didn’t even bother to get me a gift,” he added, taking a sip of his drink like he was proud of it. “You’re not even pregnant. It’s like you don’t even want a baby.”
The tray suddenly felt too heavy. My arms ached. My face flushed, prickling with heat.continue reading …