The tension between Ian and me is palpable. Since our little exchange after he found out I work with Andy at the hospital, Ian and I have kept our distance for the sake of both of us.
My head and heart are in a constant struggle of emotions. The days pass slowly, and I'm desperate to know the results of the procedure. But something inside me tells me there's a good chance the treatment worked. That means I'll have to deal with these feelings for another nine months.
I sighed.
"Why the sigh?"
I stifle a scream when I hear Ian's voice. I'm in the playroom looking for some privacy.
"Well, that didn't work much."
I shrugged, not knowing how to respond.
"Brooke."
"What? Are you no longer angry about my omission?"
My tone drips with irony, and I know he notices because he raises an eyeb
