When the bottle hit the floor, I couldn't hold it back anymore. Blood sprayed from my mouth, spattering the tiles. My legs gave out and I crumpled to the ground.
Florence recoiled several steps, wrinkling her nose. "Ms. Simmons, it was just one bottle. Did you really have to bring a blood pack?"
That was all it took to convince Noel. He pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation. "Enough. How long are you going to keep up this act? Florence has been more than generous. Stop embarrassing yourself and get up."
I didn't speak. I just lifted my head and looked at him.
The woman closest to me suddenly screamed.
"Blood. Her pants are soaked in blood. That's... she's having a miscarriage..."
I met Noel's eyes as every drop of color drained from his face. And for the first time all day, I smiled. A real one.
"Your child is hers now too. Is that enough?"
