Sam
In a few days, Bella will be six months along.
"Wait, did I hear that right?" Henry speaks with his hoarse voice, which makes my heart tremble.
"Yes, Henry." I release myself from Sam and turn to face him. "You heard it right."
"So..." He pauses. "She..."
"Let's go outside." I interrupt him.
I walk to the door without looking back, but I know he's following me. I stand by the stairs, waiting for him. A chill runs down my spine as our eyes meet again.
"So, Liz?" He stares at me.
"So what, Henry?!" I'm cold with him.
"When were you going to tell me about my daughter?"
"Never." I take a deep breath. "I don't want her to feel hurt like I did. I don't want her to suffer from having a bipolar father, who is happy one moment and, seconds later, is saying or doing something stupid."
