When we got to Connecticut, I started having second thoughts about confronting my parents.
I held Mila back, "Mila wait, maybe we should just go back to New York."
"Why, we're literally right in front of your parents' house."
"Once we tell my mom there's no going back. That would be the end of their marriage."
"But doesn't she deserve to know?"
Mila was right, I guess I'm just nervous about facing my father.
We rang the doorbell several times, and there was no answer. I felt a little relieved that no one was home, but then my mom finally opened the door.
My mom hugged us, “Lala! Mila! What are you guys doing here? I'm so sorry I took long to answer the door, I was mopping the basement." She touched my stomach, "How is my little grandbaby?”
"He or she is okay."
Mila gazed into the
