I squatted on the toilet and retched. After I calmed down, I saw the pregnancy test stick in the trash can. There were two red lines on it. I looked at it for a long time and it remained unchanged, as if laughing at my incompetence.
I couldn’t describe the feeling I got at the moment. I couldn’t cry, as if nothing else except endless pain. Since I became blind, Sarah and I hadn’t had sex for half a year. There was no need to guess whose child this was.
Sarah chased me in a panic. She hugged me from behind in shock, “Chester, what’s wrong with you? Are you sick? You make me worried.”
Her hands holding my waist trembled slightly, as if I would disappear at any time. She couldn’t help but hold me tighter. It was just so disgusting that she made love with another man before, then she showed her affection to me in the next second.
Sarah was really good at acting. I pulled her hand away and separated from her. "Perhaps it’s a stomach ache. I hardly swallowed everything I eat these days."
I had no idea when I learned to lie. I used to hate being a liar, but I turned to be one of those kinds.