The silence that follows after is almost deafening. The doctor, Kane's friend, doesn't know what to say to lessen the tension in the room. It's not his fault for assuming that I was carrying Kane's baby. After all, Kane did bring me here without a proper introduction. But how could he even introduce me when I didn't know my name? No one was to blame for this misunderstanding. I had to say something l lighten the mood.
"I don't know who the father is," I tell the doctor. "But it's not Kane."
His eyes widen, "you don't know who the father is?"
His question makes me even more uncomfortable. It sounds more horrible when someone else says it. I didn't know who the father was; I didn't know anything about my past lover. If there really was one.
I stiffen at the judgmental look on his fac
