81 - Elena

“I still can't believe she's pregnant,” Talia said, her face marred with worry. “This can't be happening, can it?"

I nodded and leaned back on her sofa. In the last couple of days, I found myself staying away from home more and more often. Richard was doing his best to reassure me, but his words fell flat when he hovered around Sarah constantly.

Grandmother Willow was right. It only took him a few days to start worrying about her wellbeing, and I couldn't begrudge her that — not when I knew it wasn't about her, but rather about their child. It still didn't make it any easier to watch.

"Yep," I said, popping the P. “You're going to be an aunt soon. Congrats.”

Talia frowned and tilted her head. “Yeah, you... too?"

My eyes widened for a moment, and then I flinched. Talia looked away, speechless for once. There were no elaborate schemes, no jokes. Not this time. This wasn't a situation we could make light of.

"Grandma told me she'd let me go if I want to. She'll let us get a divorce. I gu