There were no smiles, no congratulations offered, no keepsake sonogram photos. They could tell by the state of her and the tears she struggled to contain, that the news was not happy.
“We think it would be best if you talked to one of our counselors, Miss Perry.”
“No. I’m… I’m fine. I just need a minute.”
She had sat alone in the exam room, head in her hands, staring blankly at the screen. She didn’t want to see it, didn’t want to believe it all, but there it was, literally in black and white. Whatever ideas she’d had in the past, whatever moral notions on the topic she’d once clung to, all went out the window then. She knew what the only answer was, and it was to push this all away.
If she took care of this now, ended it, He would never have to know. If He never knew, they could maybe, somehow, by the grace of Heaven, get back to normal.
Even as she closed her eyes, she knew it wasn’t true. She’d never be over what happened, but maybe keeping this secret would help Him move on.
How does one make coffee dripping so poetic? How can one write such pain with such passion? I felt EVERYTHING. every breath. Every step of hesitation. I felt her cramping. I felt Sam’s hands on mine. I cried as Dean cried. I’m still crying. Such raw emotion that my chest is pained.
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