But when he pulled out his phone and saw it was me, he impatiently cut the call.
I called again, and this time, he snapped, “I’m still with a client. Don’t bother me.”
“I need to tell you something—”
But before I could finish, he had already hung up on me. Then, with his face soft and gentlemanly, he led Dulce back into the bar.
From the back, they looked perfect for each other, while the pregnancy test lay torn on the ground under his foot, crushed and split. A single sheet of paper was discarded like me.
In sorrow, I ripped the pregnancy results into pieces and walked away feeling empty, as if someone had taken all the color from my life. The cicadas droned in the summer heat, but I felt ice running through my veins.
Without thinking, I found myself at the hospital entrance, slumping onto a bench with my thoughts in a tangle. I had already begun to decide to terminate the pregnancy when my phone rang, and it was Howard.
Jillian's POV
“Jillian, hurry and come pick Ethan up. He’s wasted!”
“Babe, I miss you so much!”
From his slurred voice, it was obvious that he had drunk too much. I glanced at my phone and saw that it was already one in the morning.