Social Themes
"I think I'm pregnant."
Derek stared at her, stunned. She stared back.
He finally found his voice. "You say you think. You don't know for sure?"
"I'm almost three weeks late."
"That's it?” Derek brushed by her. "I hear my sisters talking all the time. That's no big deal."
"It's a big deal for me."
Miré en dirección al mostrador y vi a un policía parado de espaldas a mí.
Me quedé sin aire y las piernas no me respondían. El policía dio media vuelta y ya no tuve dónde esconderme. Apreté a Briana contra mi pecho. Era mía y de nadie más. No iba a dejar que me la quitaran.
I ran blindly into the store, sliding in my greasy shoes, knocking cans onto the floor, ramming into shelves. I fumbled for the phone. I picked up the receiver. I could feel Devin right behind me.
I dialed nine, one..
His hand slammed the phone down.
"I hoped it wouldn't come to this," he said.
