Xavier looked at me, pale and frail. His anger from the past few days seemed to dissipate, and his tone softened.
"When did you become so stubborn? Admitting your mistakes won't kill you."
There was a hint of reproach in his voice.
I just stared at him silently, a sneer welling up in my heart.
"I won't admit to something I didn't do."
For some reason, hearing her words, Xavier felt a flicker of guilt.
Perhaps realizing he'd gone too far, he started going to the hospital every day.
The day I was discharged, I spent the entire morning texting my dad.
Xavier remembered that I wasn't someone who was obsessed with my phone—but lately, I've been using it constantly. "Mia, who are you texting?"
He reached for my phone, but I quickly snatched it back. "Do you really need to see private messages between girls?"
Xavier retracted his hand at my words. "Stop using your phone. We'll be home soon."
"Yeah."
He'd been nice to me these past few days, but I knew it was just out of guilt.
After dropping me off, Xavier left.
I went into the study, opened the safe, and placed the hospital's miscarriage report inside.
Then I took out my notebook and added a final note.
[My baby is gone.]