Delilah slid the folded paper across the table. Her hand was steady, but her eyes were cold and sharp and didn’t leave Franklin’s face for once as if she's reading his expression.
He hesitated before picking it up, his chest tightening with every second that passed. The dining room felt suddenly too quiet, the sound of the ticking wall clock pressing against his temples as if time itself was mocking him.
He unfolded the report slowly, his eyes scanning the lines, reading each word carefully. And then, there it was, he read it clearly it was Positive.
She was pregnant.
The date stamped boldly at the top, their wedding anniversary date.
His throat went dry. His hand trembled as he placed the paper back on the table. His mind screamed for denial, but the truth was printed in black and w
