Rachel
The second morning at my parents’ house, Mom had noticed when I dashed out to puke my guts up. Within hours, everyone in the family knew about my knocked-up condition.
An unexpected benefit? They blamed my mood swings and perpetual teary state on hormones rather than heartbreak.
My brothers and sisters dropped in and out to converse awkwardly about everything but my marriage, my mom bustled around like I had the flu, and my dad pretended to be oblivious to it all. It bought me some time and space, anyway, to decide what to do. Or think about it on an endless, unproductive loop between morning sickness and crying myself to sleep at night.
Evan didn’t call. I hadn’t really thought he’d call, since he all but told me he was seeing someone else, but I kept hoping he would.
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