Elliot
The will to be a good mother to my child helped me, and I rose from the broken mess on the bathroom floor. I showered and washed my red and splotchy face before I changed into the baggiest PJs I could find. I look at my profile in the mirror to make sure no bump is showing. For now, everything stays a secret. Today, I’m just going to spend my day in bed, but tomorrow, I will go buy a bunch of loose fitting dresses.
As I exit the bathroom, I find Ashley sitting on my bed with her arms crossed. She looks at me straight in the eye as I walk out. I know my puffy eyes give away the fact that I’ve been crying. I stay frozen near the bathroom door as I try to think of an excuse for my current state.
“What is going on?” She asks after a long pause.
“Nothing, I’m fine,” I quickl
