(Lena)
I sat on the edge of the bed and dialed Dad, my hands still a little unsteady.
He picked up on the second ring.
"Lena," he said, warm the way he always was. "Good morning."
"Hi Dad," I said. My voice came out thinner than I expected.
"What's wrong," he said immediately, the warmth shifting into something more careful.
"Nothing's wrong," I said. "I have something to tell you."
He was quiet for a second.
"Okay," he said. "I'm listening."
I took a breath.
"I'm pregnant," I said.
The line went completely silent for a moment, long enough that I almost said it again, thinking the call had dropped.
"Dad?"
"I'm here," he said. His voice had changed completely. Thick, like something had caught in his throat. "I'm here, Lena, I just."
He stopped.
"Are you sure," he said finally
