Evan’s face flushed red, then turned pale, his expression shifting from shock to devastation.
His trembling fingers traced the words on the medical report over and over as if trying to will them into saying something different. He refused to believe it.
Gripping Anne’s arm tightly, his reddened eyes filled with desperation as he barked, “Read it to me!”
Startled, Anne stammered through the words, her voice shaking, “Three months… fully developed… abortion…”
Evan tore the report into shreds, his anguish spilling into a roar as he turned to me.
“You’re lying, aren’t you? This can’t be true, can it? A fully developed baby, Claire. How could you be so cruel?”
Tears streamed down his face as he pointed at me, his voice trembling with accusation.
His outburst was almost laughable to me.
Without a word, I turned to leave.
But he rushed forward, wrapping his arms around me in a panicked grip, his erratic breathing betraying his growing desperation.
“Claire, don’t go! I won’t let you divorce me! Tell me it’s fake! Say something!”
His shouts echoed through the living room, his tone shifting from anger to fear, then to pleading.
“Claire, please, just say something!”
