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She crossed her arms, unbothered. “It’s not like you were really paying attention to him anymore.
You were so caught up in doctors and crying every other night.”
“Well, maybe he got tired of waiting,” she shot back.
I stared at her.
“So that’s your excuse?”
She leaned in, lowering her voice as if she was doing me a favor. “You can’t give him what he wants. I can.”
The words hit like a bag of bricks.
“You’re my sister,” I whispered.
“And you’re too wrapped up in your own problems to see what’s right in front of you.” She touched her stomach. “This baby deserves a father who actually wants to be there.”
I opened my mouth to reply, but there were no words left that made sense. So I turned and left, her voice following me down the hallway.
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