Taken from Chapter Eleven:
He was trembling and grabbed my upper arms, shaking me as he yelled, tears falling from his eyes. “How could you not tell me?”
“Let go…you’re hurting me.” I was crying now as he shook me.
“I’m hurting you!?” Letting go, he pushed me back away from him and stood. Standing next to the liquor cabinet, he grasped the shot glass in his hand and threw it onto the stone tile in front of the fireplace, glass shattering all over the floor in a star shaped pattern. He quieted and stood, leaning over the cabinet, head in his hands, shaking from his emotion.
“Justin…” it was only a whisper as I tried to fight away the pain in my ankle and my arms.
“Don’t talk to me right now. Just let me think.”
I sat back and sobbed into my own hands, knowing that any hope of us reconciling and getting back together again was gone. He would never forgive me for taking his child away from him…for never giving him his child in the first place.
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