LIORAÉHe lowered himself to the bed with both hands gripping mine. He was staring at me, his grey eyes raking over my skin and making it burn. “You can tell me, Lioraé; whatever it is, I don't mind," he encouraged me when I tried. The words were stuck in my throat as I tried to push them out. He deserved the truth about this. If a doctor came in, then he was going to find out, and even though I was afraid, I knew that hearing it from me was better than from a doctor. “Soren, the flu... it isn't a flu. I wasn't being honest with the last doctor.” I felt tears ready to fall from my eyes as I sat there. What if he didn't understand me? What if he doesn't want the child and gets me to get rid of it? “Are you saying that because you want to leave?" he asked, and before I could even open my mouth to rebuke him or say something else, he was already speaking. “I don't care what it is, Lioraé; as long as you are here, it is fine." “No, Soren I…" My voice got drowned out by his ringing
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