Atticus
“That’s fine.”
The cold words slip out of my mouth.
But it’s not fine. It’s far from fine. She was pregnant for me and she didn’t even tell me about it. And now that the baby is dead, she’s telling me about it. Why is she telling me now? She should’ve just kept it a secret. I would’ve been fine not knowing. I already have one child dead. Why did she have to tell me about the one that I didn’t even know existed? Why did she have to add to that list and inform me about it when it’s too late to do anything about it?
“That’s fine?” Her voice sounds hurt. “That’s what you have to say?”
“What did you want me to say?” I scoff. “Sorry for your loss?”
“f**k you!” She snarls. “You’re an asshole!”
She stands on her feet and starts leaving. I stand immediately to stop her. I grab her a
