She keeps speaking, a torrent of words she can't hold back. "He- he wanted a boy, so we went through a clinic. B-but he can't have kids. It took months, he- I knew he was drifting. I thought this could save our marriage."
Her hands moved to wrap protectively around the swell of her stomach. "He doesn't know. I didn't tell him. It's not- you didn't wreck anything..." She swallowed thickly. "I- I wrecked everything..."
And then she's sobbing in earnest, head in her hands and unable to form a single sentence