Chapter Thirty
Bobbi Jo
As my mother and father sat on either side of me, I tried to put on a brave face even as I fell apart inside. “It’s going to be okay. You’ll see. I’m going to have the baby in a month or so, and after he’s born, I’ll deal with the cancer.”
Cash had left the room so I could talk to my parents. He’d said something about needing to get some facts straight. I knew he was grasping at straws, but I had to let him do something so he didn’t feel useless.
Dad got up, wiping his hand over his face. “Bobbi Jo, I don’t like this. You’ve been in pain and haven’t told a single soul. Not even your husband. Girl, this isn’t right.”
Mom ran her hand over my forehead. “You should’ve told him, honey.”
“Why?” I knew what he would’ve done. “I was only five months pregnant when I f
