Ross’s voice drifted in with an indulgent murmur: “Don’t worry about her. Your health is all that matters, Winnie. Whatever you need, I’ll be there.”
I struggled to breathe as tears streamed down my face.
He had never cared for me, not once. What was I to him in these two years? A convenient piece of furniture, nothing more.
Before I could say another word, he hung up.
Crushed, I let out a sob.
Ellie rushed over, wrapping me in a comforting embrace. “Let it out, Maisie,” she whispered, soothing me. “He’s not worth it. Your baby understood that much – that someone like him could never be a true father.”
“It’s okay. If they ignore the papers, we’ll sue. This marriage is ending, one way or another.”
My best friend and I spent three weeks in the hospital.
During this time, we received not a single word from the brothers. No one asked where we were, why we hadn’t come home, or how we were doing.
Any last vestiges of hope we’d held onto seemed to dissolve completely under their cold indifference.
It wasn’t until we were checking out of the hospital that we finally ran into Sean.
He didn’t notice us, his attention locked on his destination down the hallway.