"Finnick, it's not fair, not to me, not to the baby," Annie said, exasperated. She was wearing the dress she wore when they first kissed. She always wished it would smell like him.
He was keeping himself from saying the words that would break her heart: there is no baby anymore. "I was twenty-two, Annie," he breathed, reaching for her hand. "She was beautiful and-"
She slapped it away, fighting tears. "And now you're twenty-eight and you're just telling me? When we've started to try again?"
He said three simple words: "I'm sorry."
For the Caesar's Palace prompt set: Infidelity.