Joy's eyes brimmed fast, the silence breaking with her voice cracking high and sharp.
"France? France!?"
She stomped once, the echo too loud in the frozen room.
"You—you're just going to leave me?! After everything? After—after years?!"
Her words tangled with hiccuping breaths, tears already gathering and spilling hot down her cheeks. She rushed closer, grabbing Yu's sleeve, shaking him as if to physically demand the answer.
"Why, Yuvin!? Why would you leave me?"
Yu's throat clenched. The truth—
"I'm pregnant with your brother's baby, your nephew."
—bubbled to his lips like a scream he couldn't stop. His tongue forced down hard, biting into the flesh until pain seared sharp and blood pooled.
The iron taste flooded his mouth.
Joy gasped.
"Yu!?"
Her hands dropped from his sleeve, trembling.
