The smell of the hospital always made Marissa feel nauxious. The medicated clean odor reminded her constantly of Jack, of how the death of one was concealed, wiped clean and unrecognizable. Marissashuddered in the hard plasic chair, but was soon comforted by the warmth of Ryan's arm wrapped around her shoulders.
"Riss," he whispered hesitantly, " you were telling me about Jack. We are going to be here awhile, so..."
"Ryan, I am sorry I kept so much from you, you should know every truth. Five years ago, I gave birth to Jack, and his brother. Older by 7 minutes. Andrew. I was so devastated by Jack's death, that I knew I couldn't give Andrew the live he deserved. I was going to be a single mom, who was still heartbroken and lost a baby. I knew he needed the best, so I put him up for adoption."
Ryan looked up heart broken, "Marissa I have forgiven you for all your mistakes. I put the past behind us, But I. We missed our son's first step. First word. I was always there for you, and Andrew, Andrew did deserve the best. But the best should've been with us."
And withthat Ryan silently rose and walked away. He didn't knowwhere he was going, he justneeded to get the feeling of dissapointment out of him. He was not angry. Anger played no part in this. It felt like the wrights of grief and sorrowwere dragging his heart down. A tear escaped his eye. A lone tear. That was all it tookto make his heart break.