As she approaches me, she whispers something. "Before we leave this room, I want to tell you who the father is."
I approach her, wrap my arms around her, and walk over to her. "I'll try not to get mad."
She tells me while looking at me. When Michelle suddenly reveals it to everyone, you will be required to share with me how you truly feel about it. Her mindset must be that she has triumphed. The look in her eyes conveys a sense of grief, and it is very painful to see her in that state.
Suddenly, tears start to stream down her face. "Leo was the father of the child. Who is Leo?
"My brother?"
"Yes," she says as she exits the room, bringing with her the epiphany.
I don't understand why it had to be my brother. I would have been happy with anyone if it weren't for someone related to me.
I grabbed the lamp on the nightstand and hurled it with all my might across the room.
"Why him?" I let out a yell.
