Julian laughed.
It wasn’t loud, but it didn’t need to be. There was something sharp in it, something deliberate. “Pathetic,” he muttered, just enough for her to hear, his eyes briefly scanning her worn clothes. “If you can’t afford a child, you shouldn’t have one. People like this are a burden.”
I didn’t look at him.
I looked at her.
She didn’t react, continue reading …
