He takes in the scene and looks at Sadie for guidance.
“Go, I’m staying here with Annabelle.” She moves toward her best friend, placing an arm around her to hold her close.
Although I’m livid, I can’t help but feel relieved she’ll have someone here to comfort her if it can’t be me.
“We walked. Give me the keys to your car,” Wills says. I throw them to him and we walk out silently. I climb in the passenger seat and we drive off, the house disappearing from view.
“Any particular destination?” he asks me after a few minutes.
“Nope.”
“So are you going to tell me what the hell that was back there?”
I lean back on the seat and close my eyes. “Do I have to?”
“Probably, before the end of this car ride.”
Turning my head I look out the window as the city moves by in the blink of an eye. Everything still goes on, even though I feel like my life is at a standstill.
I didn’t know it was possible to feel completely numb while hurting so badly. I can’t wrap my head around anything I’m feeling.
A near-fatal situation for Belle, a fatal one forourbaby.
A rush of agony hits me, and for even more torture, I take my phone out, opening a file with pictures of a younger Belle and me.
What would the baby have looked like?
I throw my phone on the car floor. Why the hell am I doing this to myself?
Running my hands down my face in frustration, I let out a loud breath. God, what was she thinking keeping this from me?
The car stops and I realize Wills has parked in front of The Swan. “Let’s go. You can tell me over a pint.”
He places the drink in front of me, and I take a large gulp before getting into it.
“Belle was pregnant,” I say before giving him the whole rundown of what happened. “And I don’t know what to do. I want to be with her, comfort her. For fuck’s sake, she almost died. But I also want to throttle her for not telling me she was pregnant with my child.”
“This is fucked,” is all Wills says.
No shit, Sherlock.
“I’m just so angry, so hurt. I can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel. She took something away from me that I can never get back.”
Wills stays silent, not responding to anything, letting me play out everything myself.
My thoughts and words are all over the place. I have nothing to say.
After another drink, the pub door opens, and a familiar face walks in. “You told him?” I ask Wills, who nods in response. “Thanks.”
My two best friends.
Declan pats my shoulder before taking a seat. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I’m missing someone I never knew existed.”
Their faces fall.
“It’ll all work out,” Wills sips his beer.
