Because beneath the sadness in Dad's face, beneath the anger, beneath the heavy emotion… was something worse.
Disappointment.
That was what broke me.
I had wanted a reaction—but not this one. I didn’t know what to do with this. So I stood there, frozen, unable to move, just watching him as he walked out. Leaving me behind. Leaving me alone with my sobbing mother.
My hand instinctively moved to my belly. I was holding it, cradling it.
Just minutes ago, I’d been so happy. And now… now I was completely lost.
When I realized I wouldn’t be getting any answers—not today—I quietly turned and walked toward the stairs. My mom kept sobbing and shouting behind me. I didn’t even register what she was saying. Her words were just noise.
I walked upstairs. I walked into my room. And then I just sa
