I even knew myself.

He had noticed the signs.

He had quietly arranged medical care for me.

The room went completely silent.

I looked up.

“I am pregnant.”

No one spoke.

Marlene tried to argue, but the date on the letter proved everything.

Russell had known.

He had understood.

And he had accepted it with joy.

What I Truly Deserved

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