“Sarah was pregnant?” I kept looking at the road in front of me. I didn’t want to see the pain and confusion in her aura and I felt like sh1t for keeping it from her.
“Yes,” I said solemnly. It wasn’t something I wanted to discuss, not even with her.
“Why didn’t you ever tell me that?” She was upset and I understood why. It was a big secret to keep.
“Sarah was human. I was ashamed that I was responsible for her dying and for getting her pregnant. We were both kids. I guess I thought that if I never talked about it, I could bury it.” I should’ve had this conversation with her a long time ago but my own guilt stopped me from doing so.
“I’m not mad, just sad that you felt you couldn’t tell me.”
“I’m sorry. I should have told you. You’re right. I still feel guilty and ashamed about it.” I
