CHAPTER 90
BERNARD’S POV
Kill her baby?
What was Lila talking about?
I dropped down in the seat opposite hers, asking that she tell me what was happening. The look she gave me–confused, enraged–tightened a knot in my chest, and her next words only tore me more.
It hit me in pieces, fragments that cut deeper and deeper the longer I sat there listening. I tried swallowing it all–Sandra, the abortion, his mother–but it just got caught in my throat.
By the time Lila was done speaking, something cold had settled within me.
She paused, waiting for me to say something, but I didn't speak a word. I just didn't trust myself to do so at that moment. Opening my mouth would just lead me to blurting things I would only regret later.
I gave her a small nod and stood up so suddenly, the chair
