We drove home in silence with Jonah gripping the wheel. I turned my head toward the window with my eyes pressed closed.
When he pulled into his garage, he turned to me.
“Get out of the car, and let’s go inside.”
I did as he asked, following him into the kitchen.
“Tell me.”
“What?” I asked, losing my grip on the last threads of denial. “I…I can’t.”
My breath stuck in my chest, and I gripped the edge of the counter, trying to pull it together.
Jonah backed away from me and pounded his fist on the granite. His fury choked me up, and I began to sob. Jonah stretched a hand over to wipe my tears.
“The baby…”
“What?”
“I made a mistake.”
“What do you mean?”
“But…the mistake. It’s…I…”
“Shannon, tell me.”
Panic and courage twisted inside me, making me speak.
“The baby…it might not be
