135 A bitter baby - II

Pregnant. 

Positive. 

Pregnant. 

Positive. 

Pregnant. 

"I.." she blinked at the words that were blinding her. "I.."

"I? I? What, Evelyn?" Salvatore spat, making her flinch. "What is it that you want to say, say it loud and fucking clear!" 

She jumped on the spot. "I.." 

Evelyn was about to cry with the helplessness that she felt. She had no idea what to say and what would help in the deescalation of the situation. 

The papers told her that she was pregnant. They had written the word over and over again and that made her sick. Evelyn glanced at the file in her hands and stated that the paper that told her what her current circumstances were. 

"I..—"

"What?!" His scream was powerful enough that Evelyn jumped on the spot and started to cry. 

"I don't know," she screamed back with rivers of tears flowing down her face. "I don't know what happened. I don't know what's happening!"