Her face falls. “You don’t think we are going to have children, do you?”
My heart sinks, I don’t.
“I’m not sure,” I whisper softly.
“What brought this on, is this your gut instincts telling you this?”
I stay silent.
She stares at me and then frowns. “You think that we won’t be able to have a baby and have made peace with it already, haven’t you?”
I stare at her, that’s exactly what I’ve done.