The tears prickle my eyes and I look over at Tristan who has his mouth dropped completely open. He squeezes my hand tighter and gulps.

“See, look what you did now,” my mother hisses at Tristan.

“Tristan did nothing mother,” I whisper brokenly.

Tristan moves with the speed of light and climbs into my bed, paying no attention to the monitor wires or the IVs, holding me tightly and thumbing the tears from my eyes.

“I think I would recall my daughter being pregnant Alexandra.”

I close my eyes because of the tone in my father’s voice. You do not want to get my father mad. He is one of the quiet ones until you do something wrong.

“No, no you wouldn’t. Not if Evelyn and I kept it from you.”

I gasp. I have never been pregnant.

“I’ve never been pregnant,” I try to yell but it comes out throaty.

Mother sighs and smirks at me. “Yes, we took care of it; you just can’t remember.”

What? Tristan goes stiff around me. No, no, no.

“You’re telling me that you took our daughter’s memory loss and used it against her?”

“I didn’t do that Tristan; I wouldn’t do that,” I whisper frantically. “I couldn’t give up our baby. I couldn’t just do that.”

Feeling backed into a corner, Mother snarls. “I did no such thing. You are over exaggerating. She was heading into her first surgical procedure and was in chemo Stephan.”

“You’re telling me that not only did you take Evelyn from me, but you also took our child from us too?” Tristan growls with anger.

Father stands up and walks over to mother with a look so evil that I never want to see it again.

“What does Tristan mean when he says we took Evelyn away from him, Alexandra?”

Oh no, this just keeps getting worse.

The all mighty Alexandra looks like she might shrink back at any moment.

“I never called them and let them know after we moved,” she struggles to get out.

“Tell me that I’m hearing you incorrectly, because I could swear that you just told me that you’ve never contacted the Monroe’s. Tell me I did not just hear that from you.” The venom in my father’s voice is menacing. I have never seen him this angry. “Please tell me this isn’t why you suggested that we sell our home and move all the way to Atlanta. Tell me this isn’t why you fought her over going to Talania for school. Tell me I’m hearing you wrong Alexandra.”

My mother begins sobbing. “I’m sorry. It seemed like the right thing to do at the time. She didn’t need all of that stress, Stephan. You know she didn’t!” Mother’s breath begins hitching between her sobs.

“No, Alexandra, the doctors did not suggest that precisely and you know it. They wanted her to pull back from trying to remember things. They did not suggest taking people out of her life.”

The room goes completely silent with all the revelations until there is a knock on the doorframe bringing us all back to the present.

I look over and see my doctor. I smile because I have missed him. He was such a constant person in my life for very long period.

“Dr. Zelanburg,” I barely manage to squeak.

I can ask him about the pregnancy. I wipe the tears from my eyes as he makes his way over to me.

Tristan gets up and moves to my other side.

“Well, hello there gorgeous,” he grins.

“Oh stop, you’re old enough to be my grandpa,” I tease back.

He really is too, but that doesn’t stop the teasing from the silver haired man I adore.

“Some go for the older ones dear, or haven’t you heard?” he chuckles.

Tristan looks at Dr. Zelanburg and then at me. He quirks an eyebrow and I pat his hand to reassure him.

“So my dear, you’ve caused a stir, have you not?”

One thing about my doctor is he always tries to make light of the situation.

“I suppose, but before we get into what’s going on with me now, can you fill me in on my pregnancy when I was sixteen please?”

Dr. Zelanburg looks from me to my mother with a frown.

“You never told her, did you?” he asks harshly.

I close my eyes. My mother sure has done it this time.

“No,” she whispers.

Dr. Zelanburg pulls Tristan’s chair closer, sitting and sighing.

“When you were sixteen, we ran a blood test. The results were positive because you were pregnant. Your mother was supposed to remind you of it if or when you got better. I see now she did not. You were aware at the time and fought tooth and nail, but with the strenuous surgery and chemotherapy you were going to have, the outcome of the pregnancy would not have been good. You were around eleven weeks when we decided to terminate the pregnancy.”

This is not what I wanted to hear. I cannot believe that I would choose that.

“I don’t think I would have done that,” I cry out. “Tristan, I swear I didn’t do that. I would never have done that. You know me, right?”

He looks like I just broke him. His eyes are holding unshed tears as he lets go of my hand, running his own through his hair and letting out a shuddering breath.

“Evelyn dear, you signed the paperwork the day before your surgery.”

I look over and shake my head at my doctor. I would have never done that. I would have given birth to my child and then worried about myself. “No, no. I would never agree to something so horrible!” I yell, sitting up.