“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“And Rosie knew…”
“Rosie asked me not to. She said you’d go to war with your parents, that the family would be destroyed. I kept that promise until today, when she asked me to make a new promise.”
We both turned to look down the corridor.
I thought about the way Ben brought Rosie flowers on Tuesdays for no reason.
The way he could recite lines from her favorite movie.
Their marriage was never a performance.
Their love was real.
But I could not forgive my parents for what they’d done.
But I could not forgive.
“I hated you for two whole minutes,” I whispered.
“I would have hated me for longer.”
Just then, footsteps hurried down the corridor toward us.
I turned to see the doctor approaching.
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Something in his eyes told me he was bringing news I was not ready to hear.
I stood and braced myself against the wall.
He was bringing news I was not ready to hear.
The doctor stopped just short of us.
He glanced between Ben and me.
Before he could say anything, the elevator chimed.
My parents stepped out, coats folded neatly over their arms.
They spotted us immediately and walked over to join us.
“How is she?” My mother asked.
My parents stepped out.
“Rosie is stable,” the doctor said. “Both babies are breathing on their own.”
I let out a sob and grabbed Ben’s sleeve.
He was already crying, silent tears sliding down his jaw.
“She made it,” I whispered. “She made it, Ben.”
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