“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.” SadLanaloganMindf Ck Book:Sidetracked Source: Sidetracked