In my pocket, my fist clenched around the plastic stick until the edges bit into my palm. The pregnancy test was crushed out of shape.
Simon... our child.
Would this baby also be less important than her leg?
Time lost its meaning as I leaned over the sink. Eventually, heavy footsteps echoed in the hall.
Simon pushed the bathroom door open. He paused, taking in my pale face and trembling form.
"What's wrong? Are you sick?"
He stepped forward, reaching out to pat my back.
I flinched away.
"It's nothing. I ate too much."
Perhaps realizing he had gone too far earlier, his tone softened.
"Jasmine, I know today is our anniversary. I wronged you."
"But you know Sarah's situation. That car accident three years ago... she ended up like this because of me..."
"I know." My voice came out hollow, cutting him off. "You say it every year. I remember it vividly."
My bluntness choked him. His expression darkened.
"Do you have to speak to me with that attitude?"
"I'm just stating facts. Sarah can't leave you. You're family. If I treat her well, I'm treating you well, right?"
I met his eyes.
"So, what about our anniversary? Can that be given to her too?"
"You're being irrational!"
He slammed the door and stormed off.