He jerked back, shock and pain etching his face in a dark scowl. He stood and walked to the window with stiff movements, resting his fists on the windowsill. “I really need you to explain, Miya.” Taking a steadying breath, she rushed on. “I was pregnant when I came to you that night. I’d known for well over a week and hadn’t figured out a way to tell you. When I decided to throw it out there and hope for the best for us, I found you and Susan.” His fist hit the wall with brutal force. His back was to her, his shoulders trembling. He stood there, not moving for several moments before turning to face her. “Did you—” His voice cracked. “Did you have the child? Do I have a son or daughter out there somewhere?” “No.” She shook her head, unable to meet his dark, pain-filled gaze. “I didn’t know what I was going to do. I got on the bus and cried.” Two long strides brought him to her bed and his hands closed over her arms, his grip almost painful as he shook her.
