Theo’s mouth twisted about the news about Adrienne; he had been worried something dire had happened. And that was bad enough already, but then Cash intimated – something else. It sank in like cold water rising around him, a shock to the system, a tightening around his ribs. For a moment, he didn’t think he could breathe... but the breath must have come out after all, because he heard the hitched sound of it, the choked “Oh.”

He had been watching Cash until then, but – he glanced up at the ceiling again, but it was too late – his cheeks were already wet. He tried not to move, tried not to draw any attention to himself, hoping it would pass. But Cash had told him what he was afraid he’d resent the baby for (worse without Adrienne; worse with a boy), and in answer Theo had –

And Cash hadn’t done it, he had said almost, he was still here, but – it was like the world had gone dark for a second anyway, knowing that he might have. Theo’s head bowed, too ashamed to even look his way in the face of this. Instead, he hunched into himself in guilt, his hands twisting together, his shoulders straining with the effort of staying silent while he cried.

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