Joyce Maragh knew that she had no choice as she searched Stanley's face to ascertain the mood, he was in.
Was he angry or distantly anaesthetised from the pain by heart break? Joyce wondered as she intently tried to read his expression. Strangely he was melancholy and was still laughing as he replied.
"Joyce stop the crap and just answer me, is the baby you are carrying for that pretty boy Ryan that showed up at my daughter's house?" Stanley asked without an ounce of venom in his voice. "Joyce, just tell me the truth," Stanley repeated calmly.
Joyce's nerves tingled and twitched. She wondered if she should try and run because Stanley took all of four months to tell her that he had gone behind her back and snipped his tubes.
Could she trust him to tell him the truth? She thought as her mind raced furiously. Blue in the face or not, Joyce took the only route she knew.
