“You forgot one thing,” I said, my voice gaining strength as the truth crystallized in my mind. “I’m pregnant.”
The effect of my words was instantaneous. Mr. Miller dropped the keys he held, their metallic jingle echoing eerily in the silent hallway. Mrs. Miller’s face blanched, the color draining away as if I had pulled a plug. Mark’s brother, David, halted mid-step, a box of my belongings slipping from his grip, scattering books and memories across the floor.
For a moment, the world hung in suspension, as if the very air had thickened, forcing everyone to pause. I watched their faces transform, the shock rippling through them like a wave, dismantling their cold resolve.
