Cora
The silence that filled my apartment felt like a heavy weight pressing against my chest. I had no idea how long I had been staring at the blank sheet of paper in front of me, my pen hovering in the air, as if it might betray me if I wrote the wrong words.
But I knew I had to do this.
First, I had to tell him the truth. Or, at least, I needed to come clean about what I had been suspecting for a while.
I didn’t even know where to begin. How do you tell the man you love—and who’s been nothing but kind and protective to you—that the child you’ve been keeping in your arms, the child you’ve fought so hard to protect, is likely his?
I had suspected it since the mango allergic reaction, perhaps even since I had learned that he had donated his sperm. When I discovered that the fath
