Victor takes Evelyn’s face in her hands, studying her. She watches as the emotions cross his face. Shock, then wonder, then happiness – and then sadness when he realizes that her sentence was in the past tense. Then disappointment, worry, perhaps a tinge of fear.
“But you’re…not? Weren’t?” he says, his eyes flicking over her. “Are you okay?”
She laughs and puts her hands over his on her cheeks. “Yes, I’m fine. It was a false alarm. My period was late, and I thought I might be…but I wasn’t.”
Sadness takes over as the primary emotion on his face then, but she smiles when she sees him work to fight it for her sake. “How did you feel about it?” Victor asks, choosing his words carefully.
Evelyn considers. “I was freaked out,” she says. “Really freaked out,” she adds, laughing. “But then, w
