“Sienna, please forgive me, but I just couldn’t keep this a secret any longer,” she said in a trembling voice that sounded far too rehearsed. “Garrett was going to tell you tonight, but I felt it was much better if you heard the truth directly from me.”
My blood ran cold as I gripped the phone tighter while standing in the middle of the empty foyer. “What are you talking about, Melody?” I asked with a sense of dread growing in my chest.
There was a small and cruel silence on the other end of the line before she finally spoke again. “I am pregnant, and Garrett is the father,” she whispered with a tone that suggested she was enjoying my pain.
I don’t remember breathing for several seconds after those words hit me like a physical blow. I just stared at the empty living room where the afternoon sun was streaming through the large windows.
“I don’t believe you,” I finally managed to say through my shock as I leaned against a stack of boxes. “It doesn’t matter if you believe me because he has been with me for months and he is going to take responsibility now,” she replied.