“I think you heard me,” she said gently, in the particular tone people use when speaking to a child who hasn’t quite understood something simple. “I said I’m pregnant with Tyler’s baby.”
“I heard you,” I said, and my voice didn’t shake, which surprised me more than almost anything else that morning.
Rachel tilted her head slightly, studying my face for a reaction I apparently wasn’t giving her. “Tyler and I have been together for almost a year now, Debra. I know this is difficult to hear. But I think the kindest thing for everyone involved is honesty.”
“Honesty,” I repeated.
“He and I have talked about what makes the most sense going forward,” she said. “About the house, specifically. The baby is going to need stability, a proper yard, real rooms to grow into. And you’re alone here now anyway, aren’t you? With the kids off at college?”
