She'd told me Joel loved it when she acted coy. If she told him not to get up, he wouldn't dare move.
Meanwhile, Joel and I had gone from inseparable newlyweds to strangers who hadn't been intimate in over six months.
My knees—the ones I'd shattered saving Joel all those years ago—began to throb. The pain made it hard to keep kneeling.
But it was nothing compared to the agony of his betrayal. Not even a thousandth of it.
Kay wrapped herself around Joel's arm, tears streaming down her face.
"You don't want this baby, do you? If you don't want it, I'll go to the hospital right now and get rid of it."
Old Mrs. Gilbert immediately grabbed Kay's hand, clutching her head and moaning about dizziness.
"If you let her abort that child, I'll drop dead right in front of you."
After a long silence, Joel shot me a guilty glance and mouthed the words:
I'll explain when we get home.
He gave in, massaging the old woman's shoulders, his words landing like hammer blows that shattered what was left of my heart.
"Fine. Have the baby. You've got nothing better to do anyway—you can take care of it. And Johnny will have a playmate."