Imani
My eyes widened from Mary’s revelation.
Pregnant?
“Oh…Mary,” I whispered, bending down to embrace her in a hug. “When did you find out?”
“This morning, actually. We were so excited and then Max received a voice mail from Judge Jackson informing him that he needed to take his place on this mission.”
“I’m so happy for you, Mary. When are you going to register your pregnancy?”
An uncomfortable feeling seeped into my bones when Mary’s face paled. She stood on shaky legs and pulled me to my walk in closet, closing the door behind us.
“I have to tell you something. But you have to promise not to say anything. You can’t even tell Judge Jackson,” she whispered. “Can you do that?” I gulped around the large knot that formed in my throat, preparing myself for the worst. I licked my dry lips before nodding. “I need you to say it,” she hissed.
“I won’t say anything,” I rushed out.
“Not even to Judge Jackson,” Mary repeated.
“I won’t say anything…not even to Jackson.”