The morning light was pale.
Soft enough to look harmless, yet somehow it made everything feel raw.
As if daylight could expose every bruise on my soul.
Otto was still staring at me.
And he wasn't denying it.
I kept waiting for him to say something, anything, but he didn't.
He just stared, guilt tightening every line of his face.
And then he looked away.
The guilt was completely written all over his face.
There was no hiding it.
I touched my stomach again.
My hands were shaking.
"You knew," I whispered.
He was quiet.
In a louder and accusatory voice I said. "You knew."
He inhaled sharply through his nose, like the words hurt him.
"Jasmine… I didn't mean to-
"YOU KNEW!," I repeated, this time louder, shakier, as my voice wavered between heartbreak and fury.
Otto opened his mouth again, then closed it.
He looked away.
That hurt more than anything.
"You knew," I said a final time.
My brain grasping the weight of what he was saying by not saying a word.
