“Elizabeth is pregnant, Eleanor..”
The burden in Damian's tone was given justice as it came down like a boulder in my chest, weighing against my ribs, making my every breath difficult.
No wonder he looked like that— troubled. Exhausted. Downright bad. I was guessing before he came home, he met up with Elizabeth. Elizabeth probably insisted that she wanted to live here with him, and they probably argued along the way because Damian knew he wouldn’t ever get my approval.
I held my breath, but I was a pro to be able to keep my face the same. I didn’t even flinch, probably a perk I gained for being a regular in these kind of situations. I’ve had it worst— hearing that Elizabeth was pregnant was no more than a shock, after I had been through.. different kind of a hell in a single lifetime.
