“Don’t worry, honey,” Daniel told me. I’ll take good care of our little one.
I kissed them to say goodbye, without imagining that those would be the last moments of tranquility of my life.
When they came back, Emily was a completely different person.
He barely spoke, avoided family dinners and locked himself in his room every time Daniel was home.
At first, I assumed I was simply going through a difficult stage of adolescence.
But six weeks later, while cleaning the bathroom, I found a positive pregnancy test hidden under some towels.
My hands started shaking.
That night, I sat next to Emily in her bed.
“Honey, please tell me the truth. Are you pregnant?
His face paled.
Then he broke down in tears.
I’m sorry, Mom! I’m so sorry!
