Nodding, she looked down timidly, sitting on the other side of the bed, tugging her hair behind her ear, maintaining a fair distance.

“Is everything okay?” She asked faintly, not daring to look at me. Nothing is okay ever since you came.

“It’s been four months of our marriage, Eileen…” I began to say, putting my phone down to give her my attention, looking at her with a dead expression.

“So?” She asked, not understanding where I am leading this conversation.

“So I want you to do a pregnancy test.” I replied impassively to which she reacted as if I had said something extremely wrong with wide eyes and repulsion....