The moment those words come out of the doctor's mouth, I feel sick. So sick. The life I have dreamed of...obliterated. And Brody. God, Brody. How will he look at me? How can he accept me? He'll know what I hid from him. He'll know everything. It's over. It's completely over. I can't tell him "I love Us" anymore. Even though I do. Even though it will kill me. I can't tell him anything. Everything is ruined. Pummeled. Broken. I have to leave him. I have to give up us. I know he'll come after me. I just have to do something to make him not want to.