The Past's Unwanted Return

r. Sarah tried to talk to me, her voice

hat? You humiliated me! You

the road, my hands gripping the steering

he fight exploded. She followed

ou? Are you insane? Wh

ld I do that? You' re the one w

. "Lying? About what? About this b

ard" story and me refusing to back down. Finally, she broke down in tear

An hour later, my phone started blowing up. She had gone to her

ning about the "miraculous" pregnancy. She claimed I was scared, that I was trying to force her to get an abortion, and that I had publicly

re not there to offer support. My father, a man who value

soon as I opened the door. My mother stood b

a wife who is pregnant with your child,

child," I said

w you' re going to go over to Sarah' s parents' house, you' re going to

ot doing

ont of my shirt. "Yes, you are! You wil

ll sides was immense. My own parents, the people who were supposed to be in my corner, ha

her parents. She got out of the car, her ey

lled him since we were married. "Please, ma

fe. It was disgusting. Seeing her act, seeing her manipulate my

had a grip on my shirt. Her parents were looking at me with contempt. And Sarah wa

e dangerously quiet. "Fine. Let' s talk about it. Sar

le. "Ethan, stop it.

truth?" I looked at her, then at her parents. "Did s

ed. Her father'

e' s making things up!" She clutched her stomach. "The st

back down. She was threatening to harm the child-her child

e rage that had been simmering i

my father' s grasp. I pointe

Y CHILD?" I roared, my voice echoing in

N YEARS AGO! IT' S MEDICALLY IMP

ever heard. The looks of anger and disappointment on my parents' faces morphed

of horror. Her carefully constructed world of lies