He tightened his arms around me. "Don’t be sad. They mean well. My brother said that ever since Camila got pregnant, her temper has been terrible—he even fled abroad today to avoid her."
I shook my head slightly, my eyes turning red. "I'm not upset about that. I'm just sad… that I can’t give the man I love a child, like my sister can."
Hearing my words, Tomas froze for a moment, a flicker of disappointment flashing in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Tommy… I've been a burden to you." I bit my lip as my tears slipping down.
Tomas's expression softened again. "Don't think like that, Samita. I told you two years ago—even if you can't have children, I would still love you just the same."
"By the way, I promised my parents that Camila could stay with us for a while. What do you think…?" He phrased it as if he was asking for my opinion, but there was a quiet plea in his eyes.
"Sure, that's fine. I wouldn’t want to put you in a tough spot with your parents."
His face lit up with relief. "Samita, you're amazing!"
I forced down the bitterness rising in my chest and asked, "Amazing how?"
"You're a wonderful wife, a great sister, a good daughter—you’re just good in every way!"