She crossed her arms, unbothered. “It’s not like you were really paying attention to him anymore.
You were so caught up in doctors and crying every other night.”
“Because I was trying to have a baby!” My voice rose despite myself. “Our baby! The family we planned together!”
“Well, maybe he got tired of waiting,” she shot back.
I stared at her.
“So that’s your excuse?”
She leaned in, lowering her voice as if she was doing me a favor. “You can’t give him what he wants. I can.”
The words hit like a bag of bricks.
“You’re my sister,” I whispered.
“And you’re too wrapped up in your own problems to see what’s right in front of you.” She touched her stomach. “This baby deserves a father who actually wants to be there.”
I opened my mouth to reply, but there were no words left that made sense. So I turned and left, her voice following me down the hallway.
“Don’t make this harder than it has to be, Hannah!”
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