ALMA

"I'm pregnant. I'm carrying Carl's child," Linda revealed with a big smile, and all air was suddenly sucked from my lungs. And it choked out, weighing the word from edge to edge to see if a knife was twisted in between them and why it was directed straight to my chest.

The shock punched me in the face, and I gawked stupidly, trying hard to retain an unfazed exterior, but that wasn't working out well for me. Never in a thousand years would I have hoped to be present when this kind of ...