“Can I tell you the truth?” “You better tell me nothing but the fucking truth every day of your life, princess.” “I don’t feel happy,” I confess in a whisper. “That makes me a horrible person, doesn’t it? The moment I laid eyes on the tests all lined up in a row as I waited for the results, I started to panic.” “Do you want the baby?” “Yes, I do. But…” Lorenzo braces his hands on either side of me against the table and gives me a severe glare. “Hey. You know all my gruesome thoughts. You’re not going to shock me. Say what you’re really thinking.”
