"I'm so sorry, Morgana. I didn't know this is what you're going through. I'll keep this a secret for you. After all, it's all gone. No need to mention it anymore. Things are settled, no need for drama," I force the words out, choking on them like splinters dragging up from my throat.
They taste wrong, they feel wrong, and they scrape against everything I've ever believed about myself.
I shouldn't be talking to her like this even if I'm faking it. I shouldn't be offering peace to someone who sabotaged my pregnancy out of selfish fear and a twisted sense of love.
But here I am. Saying what I need to say.
Because I need to buy time. Because I need to understand more. Because if I react now, it'll all go up in smoke before I can uncover what the hell is really going on.
