She poured herself coffee and joined them at the table. She seemed tired, forlorn. Her spirits were down, she knew she must do something to make her guilt go away. After time passed, she looked up, wondering if she could confide in them. She needed to tell someone and they did seem nice.
Christine was the first to break the silence. “Honey, I don’t have kids, but I know what a toll a pregnancy can be on your body. Ron and I have discussed your living here and we both agree that it would be a good idea for you to stay with us. You shouldn’t be alone during a time like this. Think of it as living with family.”
Her warm message, her smile was too much for Eve to handle. She put her head down and began to weep uncontrollably.
Christine reached out to her, offering comfort, “Hey, everything is going to be fine, I promise.”
“No, I’m sorry, but you don’t understand. There’s something terrible I’ve done and I can’t keep it inside anymore.” She looked up at her new quasi family, and then, uttered the next word. “Conchita.”
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