Emily's POV
I sniffed and tried to look at my mom. She sat there and she looked me straight in the eyes.
I tried to do the same but the headache and the heartache made even taking air damn near impossible.
I would take a bullet wound over this…I would take a serial killer over this, I reckon I will take a lot of awful things over this.
My eyes started to tear up again and I looked away.
"Are you pregnant?" Mama asked me again.
I guess I could answer her or I could let her sniff me like she did when I was with the twins.
Eloise was going to know the truth one way or another.
"Yes" I murmured and ran my hand through my disheveled hair before looking at her.
"Oh baby" she smiled so brightly but instead of that happiness I was supposed to feel, all I felt was overwhelming sadness.
An overwhelming need to wrap myself in a protective cover and then hide under a rock or something.
