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"I'll tell her today," I whisper. My stomach is in knots, I feel like I want to sit down and I also feel like I want to run. There's no way I am telling Mai Tsi what happened to me. I want her to keep looking at me the same way she has always been. Not the way she is looking at me right now, right now all she sees is the girl who is pregnant while in a relationship with her daughter. She holds me in her gaze, clearly deliberating pressing for information but I know my face tells her not to ask one more question.