Juliet stayed silent in the other line, making me wonder if she was still there, listening. I didn't mind much, though, since I was more preoccupied with my racing heart and panicking disposition. I don't know if I'm overwhelmed or just plain nervous but all I know is that I'm dying to confirm my speculations as of now.
I just don't know where to start.
And if I were really right about it, how would I tell Lucas? I'm pretty sure he don't want this to happen so what am I going to do now?
"Well, I felt bad. I threw up almost every morning, had terrible mood swings, and I thought that…" she trailed off, hesitating with her words. "That my baby won't have a complete family,"
The moist tears forming at the side of my eyes heated. What am I going to do now? After what she said, I refused to retort for a while, since I'm afraid my voice will crack if she hears me—because of the lump that's forming in my throat.
