My father and I sat across from each other, but our minds couldn't be more distant. We both tried to handle the situation the best way we knew how; staying quiet but screaming in our heads. Adaline sat at the corner chair playing an intense, blue melody on her violin. Her music echoed the melancholy present in the room. She felt it too, and I'm sure she didn't like seeing our father like this.
I'm pregnant.
I'm pregnant
I'm pregnant.
Her words echoed punitively, like an annoying bee buzzing next to my ear that I couldn't shoo off.
