It's been years since I have seen my parents.

My mother looks leaner than the last time I saw her, her eyes hollow and lips pale. She doesn't look well.

I bite down on my bottom lip, trying to decide what to do. Let her in or speak to her from the door. We didn't exactly part on the best terms, and she had made it very clear that she wanted nothing to do with me.

Her hazel eyes drop to my belly and a sad smile teases her lips. "You didn't tell me."

I shrug, hand ...