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“I can't have children," I whisper hoarsely. His head rears back, and his forehead creases in confusion. I could have just lied. I could have glossed over it and promised I couldn't get pregnant. I'm just sick of lying when I don't have to. "Why?" Instead of telling him another lie outright, I point the scars on my side. "I lost a lot that night," I say quietly.” — S.T. Abby
I can't have children," I whisper hoarsely.
His head rears back, and his forehead creases in confusion. I could have just lied. I could have glossed over it and promised I couldn't get pregnant.
I'm just sick of lying when I don't have to.
"Why?"
Instead of telling him another lie outright, I point the scars on my side. "I lost a lot that night," I say quietly.