The more he looks forward to having a baby, the more frightened she feels. If she somehow really was pregnant, she has no idea how she would explain that there’s a toxin in her body that could kill her. Charles told her that even if she survived the birth, her body would be too weak to continue fighting off the toxin and she’d die. Andrea wonders if Lance would even care.
“Maybe he’d be happier if I died,” she thinks, “Diana could return as soon as I give birth, and he wouldn’t have to worry about dealing with me anymore.”
The thought causes Andrea to frown and wrinkle her forehead. Before Lance can see her expression she hides her face in her palm.
“Can you just turn around?” she asks, “I can’t pee while someone is watching me.”
Instead, of turning around he stares at her hand. Andrea
