The truths of their last argument were all she could think of as she looked at him. If she had just told him then about her obligations, if she had just trusted him, their mountains of heartache could've been avoided. If she had divulged the truth instead of considering only his future, then they might've found a way to make it work. The truth was all he ever asked for, and here she was denying him it once again.

Maggie sighed heavily. The lost child — the lost future — belonged to him just as much as it belonged to her. He deserved to know. He deserved the opportunity to mourn if it at all mattered to him. "I was pregnant." She replied rather bluntly with her arms folded across her chest. "I was pregnant and I lost it, just as I lost all the others." If he ever wondered why she only had two children separated by years he hadn't asked, so this truth was likely a revelation. An unfortunate reality to being the broken soul she was.