Ethan reached for her hand, threading his fingers through hers. He said, “I’d have helped you know. If I knew what you were carrying. I was so worried when you disappeared, Lina. I’ve spent the day racking my brain thinking, what I had done, for you to run out on me like that!”
She smiled at him sadly, “I’m sorry.” “No more secrets, please. That’s all I ask,” he said quietly. She nodded. An exhausted, brittle smile barely touching her lips hovered around her mouth. His thumb brushed over her knuckles, the baby stirring in his arm.