I was about to show him the pregnancy report when he shrugged. “Whatever. Besides, you’re the one who has been worried and troubled about having a child, not me.”
I gaped at him in disbelief as I processed his words. How could he say something like that?
I swallowed back my words, as I shifted the pregnancy report away. Zane must have seen the look on my face because he released a small sigh and sat on the bed beside me.
“Here,” Zane said, handing me a slightly worn-out jewelry box, “I got you this. Linda kept freaking out, saying that she had upset you. She begged me to get you something on my way back” He said, opening the box.
I looked at the necklace inside with a blank stare. I recognized the necklace immediately. It was an old gold necklace. The tear-shaped pendant in the center had faint scratches on it. It wasn’t new, it wasn’t bought with any thought or care. It belonged to Linda.
Zane hadn’t gotten this for me. He hadn’t gone out of his way. He had simply just picked it from Linda, something she clearly didn’t need any more.