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“Please,” I said over the noise as heup his next shot “I went to the—”

“Got nothin’ to say to you,” Caht “Go home”

“No” People began to stare as I held round, and my face burned in mortification

“You have that abortion yet?” Cah the rooht to my belly in horror at his callous words

Everyone kne Everyone knehy he hatedmy chest He hated me

“Of course not,” I ground out, tears blurring my eyes

“Well, you still got time”

I inhaled sharply asout in the only way he could He couldn’t hit me like he would have anyone else—he’d never physically hurtme on purpose, and it orse than any blow he could have delivered

“I just want to talk,” I pleaded, searching his face for anything that would tellthat would prove that I wasn’t

“Think ht have soh “I’et the fuck away from me”

I nodded, closinghands “Okay,” I whispered “Okay”

I uncurled , and tookout the wrinkles in the paper Then I set the entire envelope on the edge of the pool table

“I thought you ht want to see these” My voice wobbled and I sed hard, still looking at the white envelope “I went to the doctor today and they, uh, they did an ultrasound and sent home some pictures”

I looked up and ave me a short nod

“I’m so sorry, Cam,” I whispered, my voice barely audible “I love you”

He didn’t respond