TRISHA
He watched me carefully, like he wasn’t sure if I was about to break or bite him.
“That still doesn’t justify what you did.”
I shrugged again.
“Maybe not.”
He exhaled slowly.
“You hurt her.”
“Maybe I did her a favor.”
His eyebrows shot up.
“Excuse me?”
“You’re trash, Ethan,” I said calmly. “I just took you out.”
That finally snapped whatever patience he had left.
“You’re bitter,” he said sharply.
“Probably.”
“We have a baby coming, and you’re acting like this is some game.”
My body froze.
He must have seen it because he leaned in slightly, pressing the point.
“You said you didn’t want to terminate the pregnancy,” he continued. “You said you wanted to keep it. You said you were ready to—”
A laugh burst out of me.
It came out loud and ugly and completely uncontrolla
