I stand there, watching him leave the room. My chin trembles, like I am struggling to catch my breath. The door closes loudly, the sound echoing in my head.
I stumble back to the bed and sit on the edge. I stay there, blankly staring at nothing, tears sliding down without permission. I don't even bother to wipe them.
How did he find out? How did Rex know I'm pregnant? I think to myself
My hands move to my stomach. It's still flat, still mine, but there's life there. A small, uninvited heartbeat. I don't know how to react to all this. Should I be angry? Scared? Or maybe both.
He doesn't even care? I thought he wanted a baby? Or is it because I'm not his first mate?
My thoughts circle like smoke. I remember being in the garden last night, touching the flowers, tracing their edges under the moonlight. Then the vision hit me out of nowhere and I recall that night. That cursed night.
