“Is there something you want to tell us, Saoirse?”
I’m trapped.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” Geraint asks urgently. I don’t respond.
“Um…yes…we…ah…we have some news.” Everyone’s eyes watch me, perspiration breaks out across my brow, and the flutter urges me on. “Lycur and I are…that is to say, we're pretty sure that I am pregnant.”
“No! It’s too soon. You’re not safe.” Father screams in my head. The force of his reaction penetrates through the wall I have erected between us. It feels like a slap. The sound and vehemence makes me wince.
Mother’s reaction is the complete opposite. She covers her mouth with her hands; her eyes fill with tears that she tries to hold back. Lycur grins like a lunatic, letting her give him a hug and kiss on the cheek. Father regains his composure and offers
