Her Heart’s Silent Divorce
on the pregnancy te
my hand, my heart pounding a strange, unsteady rhythm against my ribs.
d fragile bloomed in my che
y on his face. Telling my adoptive brother, Ethan. Maybe this, this baby, would finally make me a real part of the Miller famil
nd Ethan were downstairs, their voices a low rumble from the living roo
nightstand. It was a message fro
umb hovered over the screen be
ryone. Sarah'
shed out o
ra
family, and Liam, years ago without a word. The one whose ghost had haunt
mth in my chest
flat stomach. The joyful announcement I was about to make felt like as
ottom of the staircase, and I stopped on th
hick with an emotion I hadn' t heard from him in year
?" Liam asked. His vo
rt. We have to get her old room ready. It' s been so
ggested, his voice buzzing with exci
hen Ethan spoke again, his tone
caught in
She' ll be fine. She' s always been.
s of her, you know?" Ethan said, a note of casual dismissal in his voi
iority right now. She' s been through so much. She' s family, Ethan. The real famil
eal f
there, frozen, listening to the two most important men in my life discus
family, for a life where I was finally loved and
ment, a decision formed in my
not subject another human being to a life o
t do that
regnancy test was still on the bathroom counter. I picked it up, wra
o our bedroom. He found me sittin
tried to put his arm around my shoulders. "You'
erformance. I saw it so clearly now. His touch felt wrong, like a st
ce was flat, empty. There was no an
ection. "Okay. Well, Ethan told
odd
g her back. It' ll be like old times. T
completely oblivious to the fact that he had just
y silence a wall he cou
said, patting my leg awkwardly
quiet, scared ten-year-old, fresh from a foster home that had left scars on my soul. They told me I was their daughter, that there had
d to fill the
st friend who was always over, had been kind. I fell for that kindness. I thought it wa
s just a stand-in. A place
eal thing was
ve. I wasn' t just getting rid of the baby. I was getting rid of all