I completely fell apart, lifted my loose nightgown, trembled and rushed out to grab a knife and only then did Carlos notice my flat belly.
After the shock passed, he wrapped his arms around me from behind as if pulling me into him. “Hannah, this is all my fault.”
A tear slid down my neck and I shivered.
It was ten years ago again when we ran hand in hand from the fire, clinging together and feeling only the heat on our necks.
A cold breeze at the hem of my skirt jolted me awake. “Carlos…”
"Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Then turned and pressed my head into his chest in a gesture that comforted and denied at once. He still thought I was the same Hannah who let him persuade me to give in.
I pushed him out the door, but before I could close it, Maya’s voice came through.
“Carlos, what’s wrong? Give me your phone! I want the whole world to see she’s a bitch!”
“Maya….”
“Carlos, I’m asking you something. Where’s the photo? Did she beg you so much? Did you give in?”
“Carlos, the doctor says I can’t have children. Please let me in. I want her child buried with mine, so she can feel the emptiness of a woman without.”