loving, with an iceberg in place of a heart.”
His expression changes and his eyes turn a dark
and intense black like a black hole I would not
want to get sucked into.
I open the car door and get out, trying to calm
down and regain control of myself because I can
feel I’m falling apart and there’s nothing I can do
to stop it.
I open the pub door and make a beeline for the
stairs, hoping to avoid any questions of anyone
who may see me crying desperately for having lost
something yet again. But I’m not that lucky. Aaron
notices me and blocks me on the way up.
“What did that asshole do?”
I shake my head, telling him that it’s nothing
and that he shouldn’t insist, that he should just let
it go.
“Come on, I’ll take you upstairs,” he says. And
even if I don’t want him or the others to know, I
find myself once again on my couch crying on
someone’s shoulder as I vent my feelings.
“I’m pregnant,” I say between sobs.
“That bastard knocked you up?” he yells,
enraged and jumping to his feet.
“No, it wasn’t Patrick. It was Nate, my ex–
boyfriend,” I conclude in a broken whisper of a
voice.
I tell Aaron everything. Starting with my
discovery of the betrayal, to the pregnancy and my
fancy ideas about Patrick.
