Despite her weakness, she forced herself to stand and gripped my hand, her face pale, tears spilling onto my hand.
“I’m so sorry, Maisie. I never should have introduced you to Ross,” she said softly, her voice trembling. “You deserve so much better than this.”
I could see the guilt weighing on her, but honestly, my heart hurt more for her.
She had spent two years trying to conceive, only to lose her baby before she even realized she was pregnant.
Just as I was about to speak, her husband, Sean, called.
“My brother says Maisie is planning to get rid of the baby. Was this your idea? Can you two stop acting crazy for once?
“And didn’t I tell you yesterday I was working on Winnie’s case? It’s important! I told you not to bother me – are you deaf?
“Honestly, I don’t know why we married you. Always causing trouble, talking about divorce and abortion like threats! Go ahead if you want to divorce; no one’s asking you not to!”
The call ended abruptly.
My best friend looked at her phone, shook her head, and tried to brush it off, but her eyes grew red.
Taking her cold hand in mine, I whispered, “Don’t be sad. We’re alive – that’s what matters. Maybe this is just a sign. It’s time for us to let go.”