Michael.
“I’m pregnant, Michael.”
Those words made my heart skip a beat, even though Claire’s voice was barely above a whisper.
I had just walked out of my father’s room refusing to be his best man despite his empty threats to disown me. The truth was, I didn’t care, I’d rather walk barefoot on hot coal than agree to something preposterous.
Now another problem stood right before me, Claire, her fingers fiddling with the buttons on her shirt, her eyes swollen and red as if she’d just finished crying.
“Is this a prank?” I asked.
She shook her head, her jaw slack, and for a moment I thought I had misheard her and this was nothing more than a bad dream. But then the anger hit me, it was sudden yet merciless and sharp.
I let out a loud bitter laugh. “Oh! Perfect. First, my father asks
