So her possible pregnancy was sparking a memory within him? She stayed quiet, merely rubbing his arm gently, offering any sort of comfort she could, feeling a sense of foreboding.
“We s-spent so long o-on a room f-for them. I wa-was going to be a b-big brother and l-look out for them a-and they’d b-be my b-best friend.” Jack said, face contorting into one of pain; he’d never spoken about this with anyone in his whole life. “B-but something w-went wrong. B-Bonnie g-g-got sick. S-so sick a-and.. a-and the baby was b-born too e-e-early.”
He digs his nails against his temple, bowing his head forward, shutting his eyes now.
“S-s-s-she was t-too small a-a-and…. a-and…”
Jack Maple 