by Paige Toon
‘That’s possible, of course. Wendel is arranging for a paternity test.’
To my dismay, she rips her hands away from me. I reach across to try to comfort her, but she shrugs me off. ‘Don’t touch me!’ she yells, flinching away from me.
I cover my face with my hands. I feel like the walls of the incredible life we had are crashing down around me. It’s all going to shit.
‘Don’t you feel sorry for yourself!’ she shouts suddenly, making me jolt. ‘I should have known this was going to happen when I married you!’
‘But you did marry me!’ I raise my voice at her, the anger masking my fear. ‘For better or for worse!’
And then her face crumples and I pull her to me and hold her against my chest, telling her I’m sorry, over and over again. ‘We’ll know as early as next week,’ I murmur, as she sniffs. ‘It might be nothing to worry about.’
But even as I say it, I know it’s not true. I have a strong feeling that a teenage girl called Jessie is about to become a permanent feature in our lives.
I wonder what she’s like…
