Odis
A teary-eyed Olivia turns into a swinging door. I hold a bag of hot foot and a heavily pregnant Olivia sits on the couch as she stares blankly out of the window. She’d been craving lobster but didn’t bounce up and down like she normally does. She’s spiraling and I can see it.
“I don’t want it, O. I don’t want it.”
“You don’t have to eat the lobster if you don’t want to. I’m sorry I wasn’t faster, I ran as fast as I could.”
“I don’t want the baby.”
Her words steal the breath from my lungs. If I hadn’t been holding the bag tight, it would have dropped on the floor. I put the bag on the table and walk over to her. I sat behind her on the couch and pulled her into my arms. She doesn’t look at me and I don’t speak until I trust myself to.
“You don’t mean that, Liv,” I whisper. My hands slide around her belly and I stared at her side profile.
