Not prettily.
Not quietly.
I folded over my belly and sobbed.
“You were cruel.”
He opened them.
“That’s not fair.”
I almost smiled.
“Fair? Diego, fair is what you ask for before you burn the house down, not after you realize you’re still inside it.”
Paula’s face flushed.
“Don’t speak to him like that.”
I turned to her.
“And you don’t speak to me at all.”
Her mouth opened.
I raised one hand.
“No. You came into my ultrasound appointment behind my husband, proud to watch me be humiliated. You stood there waiting for a doctor to measure my shame. The only reason you’re quiet now is because the truth pointed at you instead.”
Dr. Salinas stepped between us slightly.
“This appointment is over. Mr. Diego, Ms. Paula, you need to leave.”
Diego did not move.
“Laura, we need to talk.”
I looked at the doctor.
