Chapter 80: The Truth

ANNABEL

I stared at the documents in my hands. It was indeed true; I was pregnant.

My hands shook as I held the white paper, the words blurring together as my mind tried to process what this meant for everything.

"Honey, it's okay; we are going to keep the baby, okay? I'm not disappointed in you, but we should not tell him about it, about the child."

My mother said, holding my hands tightly.

"Why? He needs to know about his baby."

She held my hands firmer, her words ...