She’s right. I can try and pretend like I’ve kept my friends out of everything, but it’s far from the truth. I dragged Chris and Freya into this mess right along with me. The guilt makes me lightheaded.
“Is there a place we can sit?” I ask feebly.
“There’s a bench right here,” Freya says, pointing behind us. “Jessa, are you okay? You look pale all of the sudden.”
“I’ll be fine,” I say quickly. “This pregnancy is just really taking it out of me.”
I turn and sit down on the bench. Only when I look up do I realize that Freya is staring at me with wide eyes and a jaw hanging to the floor.
She closes her mouth and then opens it again. “Pregnancy?”
Oh f**k. How have I gone this long without telling her about the baby? “Oh God, I’m sorry. I meant to tell you. I thought I had… but that was C
