"You were what?" My heart rose to my throat and there it stayed. A flurry of love, anger, hope and agony whipped around my body like a tornado. "Pregnant," tears pricked in her eyes matching my own. My Persephone was pregnant. "Was it mine?" She didn't look at me, instead the tears poured down her tanned cheeks, splashing into a puddle on the table in front of us. My hand had automatically stopped rubbing her back, we couldn't have gotten much closer but the gap felt huge. "Yes," she sobbed. "What happened to the ba..b.. what happened to my baby?" She shook her head, "Please tell me you didn't have an abortion," I was now crying alongside her. "I didn't,"
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