" I can't be pregnant. This must be some mistake.”
I look at Mark, who is silent.
" My God, this can't be true! No, no.”
Several thoughts pass through my head, and I can't deny that even killing myself crosses my mind.
Am I one month pregnant? I look at Mark. He remains motionless, I don't think he even blinked.
I'm almost certain that he's doing the math. This child can't be his.
It's only been two weeks since we first had s*x. This child is Frank's.
My God! A child. A child that is mine and Frank's.
I can't deny that I have a mix of feelings that I can't explain. I can't say if I'm happy, thinking that from my love for Frank, something as incredible as a baby may exist, or if I'm scared, thinking that I'm pregnant by my mother's husband.
" Change your clothes. We have to go.” Ma
