David winced and touched his cheek, his wide unbelieving eyes steadily held on Phoebe. He saw rage in her eyes, a storm that she was going to unleash on him.
"Babe.." he called her in an unsure voice.
"You thought i aborted our child!" Phoebe snarled in a deep angry voice. "I used to think that you were brilliant but I was wrong, you..." she growled like a wounded animal. "I cannot even look at you."
David grabbed her hands, "I am sorry, I was wrong."
"Too little too late," she wrenched her hands from his hold. "I cannot believe this, do you know how hard it was for me after I had a miscarriage? I had not told anyone about the pregnancy so I mourned the loss of the child alone, not wanting to burden you but you on the other hand thought that I walked into an abortion clinic and terminated our child. I can't ..."
The car came to a stop in front of the cafe and the doors slid open. Phoebe marched out in anger, forgetting to take her bag and phone.
