How had I not seen this before? Ross was nothing more than a self-absorbed fool.
I was just about to explain myself when I heard Winnie’s voice in the background, all syrupy and coy: “Ross, what are you doing? Come on, let’s eat. Sean and I have been waiting for you.”
I couldn’t help but mock him. “No wonder you have no time for us – you’re too busy with your precious ‘sister,’ aren’t you?”
“Maisie, what’s your problem? I’m just helping out! Winnie’s pregnant – unlike you, she’s helpless in the kitchen,” he snapped.
Pregnant. The word hit me like a punch. My composure shattered.
“You have the nerve to worry about someone else’s child. What about ours, Ross? Did you ever care for me? Or your own baby?”
His tone turned cold, dismissive.
“This is pointless…”
But Winnie chimed in with a sweet laugh, “Maisie, we’re both expecting mothers. I get how it is – those pregnancy hormones can mess with your emotions. Not all moms are as lucky as me, but don’t be too upset.”
Her words cut me like a knife.
I felt my strength slipping away as pain flared at my still-healing wound.