Her emotions flip a switch and settle back into despair. She crosses her arms over the small bump pushing out her stomach, hugging it, her fight dissolving into a fit of sadness.
“I love your brother so much. That’s what makes this so hard, why I hate myself for feeling this way. I shouldn’t feel this way,” she admonishes, shaking her head dismissively. She licks her lips and her expression turns painful, ashamed. “But you were right, Aiden—”