25
Katherine
Camden returned with two glasses of scotch. The good stuff. I didn’t normally drink scotch, but it felt appropriate for the moment. I took the drink out of his hand and took a small sip, letting the heat burn through me.
Here goes nothing.
“I went to the doctor today.”
He had just settled into his seat and came half out of it again at my words. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” I gestured him back into his seat. He reluctantly sat, but his gaze still weighed on me heavily. “I think.”
“You think?”
I took a deep breath. This was going to be fun. “I’m worried that I can’t have a baby.”
Camden stilled completely. “What?”
“I… I think earlier complications in my life might have made me infertile. So, I went to the doctor.”
“What did they say?” he asked, his voice
