I didn’t look at Karen for a moment.
I just lay there staring at the ceiling, my fingers curled tightly around the edge of the blanket already mourning my child.
Karen hadn't let go of my hand since she'd told me the truth.
When I slowly turned my head toward her, she looked exhausted too.
Her eyes were red.
Whether from sympathy or from watching me break apart, I couldn't tell.
"Karen..." I whispered.
She immediately looked at me. "Yes?"
I swallowed. "There... there's something I need you to promise me."
She frowned slightly. "What is it?"
I took a shaky breath. "No one can know."
She looked confused. "What do you mean?"
I closed my eyes for a second before opening them again.
"My pregnancy."
The word still hurt.
"So does... the miscarriage." My voice nearly broke on the
