He couldn’t grasp it. He couldn’t wrap his mind around it. How could you not give him — at the very least — the courtesy of knowing.

“No,” He said as he held up a hand to keep you at bay.

A miscarriage. Why hadn’t you told him.

“Just..” He couldn’t even lift his eyes to glance your way. “Leave me be.” That was he could manage to say since finding out. He’d noticed your odd behavior as of late, but he’d only just connect the dots. Unfair. that was all he thought.