Linda froze at Patrick's words. She was still holding Clara in her arms, but her soul was not there at all. Clara? The daughter she cared about, was ever pregnant? Ever had a miscarriage?
Meanwhile, Clara looked at her father in disbelief. Tears welled up in her eyes. The news his father brought made her chest feel tight. She could barely breathe. She was suffocated.
"What?" Clara asked again. "Then why did I never know about it? Why didn't anyone tell me I was pregnant?"
"Patrick, you're kidding, right?" asked Linda, still confused. She was afraid that Patrick had done something worse than he said.
Clara broke away from her mother's embrace. "Mom, are you keeping this a secret from me? Dad must have told you, right?"
Linda shook her head. "I swear, my love, I will never keep something as important as this from you."
