Sage could only shrug when Tess said she was alright. With the apple and bread sliced, Sage spread a little butter on the bread and took a seat at the little kitchen table. It was much easier to ignore the pang in her chest when she wasn't looking at Tess. Tess who already worried too much, who had found Winnie and gotten her to help them be discreet about the whole thing. Tess who somehow probably held herself responsible for this. How did Sage explain to her sister that she wanted to keep the baby? It was ridiculous.

So when Tess said she would get her life back soon, all she could do was crumble a little. The tears came, hot and unbidden and Sage tried to stifle them to no avail. Damn this pregnancy making her far more emotional and susceptible to overreaction. Had Sage thought keeping the baby was an option, she would have spoken to Locke about it. Instead she had broken things off with him and chosen to go this route. He had the money, he already had children (out of wedlock, that should have been a clue!) but she had still gotten caught up in the gifts and the charm and in him and look where it had gotten her!

Holding up her hand when the sniffles became obvious, she wiped the tears from her face, frustrated with herself more than anything.