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“Evie? Are you okay?”
Shit.
Dad pulled my hair back. I couldn't speak. The disgust was heavy on my lips.
“Tissue. I'll go get the tissues.”
My heart hammered against my ribcage as I froze in fear. I’d been feeling nauseous in the past weeks but never threw up.
Tears spilled from my eyes as I awaited Dad’s return.
What would I say? I'd managed to escape this as a mild sickness. But what about other days? Would he accompany me to the clinic if I said it was just a stomach flu? Who–
“Here it is.”
I didn't need to turn to see that something had changed. His voice was tighter.
I swallowed, turning to accept the tissue. I didn't have the courage to meet his eyes.
“I'll wait for you outside,” he deadpanned before leaving the toilet.
I shakily wiped my mouth and flushed before following him.
He knew. If I didn't know that from my phone that lay daintily between his clenched fist, everything about his demeanor told me that he knew.
“You're pregnant.”
My breath hitched. I still didn’t meet his eyes. Silence stretched for an eternity as I stood there, head bowed and tears streaming down my cheeks.
I didn't have anything to say. I was guilty.
“When were you going to tell me?”
I shook when I heard the waver in his voice.
“When were you going to stop pretending like everything is alright and tell me that you're unhappy with this life?”
I took in a sharp breath.
He had read the chat with Emma. He had read where I poured out my heart that I was unhappy with everything. And that the comfort I expected to find in Minnesota– with Dad wasn't there.
I finally met his eyes.
Disappointment, hurt, and anger clouded his orbs, just like when he came to New York.
The tears poured even more down my cheeks.
“I’m—”
“You're what? Sorry?” His voice was a dry rasp. “God, Evie, you had your life to live. Why choose to live it like this?”
His words struck my chest. “I don't even know what to say to you anymore. I need some time to process this.”
With that, he walked out, and I was left to my tears.
I crumbled to the ground, tucking my head into my palms.
Once again, I ruined things. I ruined things in New York. Now, I've ruined things here.
