Meghan
The tension in the room thickens as Aunt Teresa stares at me, her silver eyes still wide with disbelief. Her mouth opens slightly, as if she wants to say something, but no words come out. She hasn’t moved since I confessed that Aaron Wilburn—the man my younger sister Chloe is supposed to marry—is the father of my child. The silence stretches, the weight of it pressing down on my chest. I feel queasy, like I might actually be sick.
She finally lowers herself into a chair at the dining table, her movements slow and deliberate. I remain standing for a moment, unsure if I should sit or run. But there’s no running from this now. With a deep breath, I take the chair across from her, my hands clasped tightly in my lap.
Aunt Teresa stares at me for what feels like an eternity, her expres
