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"“I’m sorry. She’s pregnant with my baby.” It’s my boyfriend’s voice. ""...we never planned it,"" my sister whispered, her voice thick with fake tears. The victim act. She breathed it. Ice trickled down my spine. My boyfriend and my sister? I was going to give my vlrginity to my boyfriend as his birthday gift today. But when I came home with the new black lace lingerie I'd bought, I discovered his shocking betrayal. Dad's voice, tight with disbelief: ""When?"" ""Christmas."" My boyfriend's reply, casual, ripped the air. ""Too much of your eggnog. Started talking in Maxine's room... things got heated. Ended up in her bed."" Her bed. My bed. The world tilted. My hand flew to my mouth. ""...got so lost,"" he continued, oblivious to the knife twisting in my gut just feet away, ""...forgot the condom."" Forgot. The. Condom. The image hit me like a physical blow: His hands on her. Her sighs. In my sheets. On Christmas. The day I'd worn the red sweater he loved. The bed I'd slept in that same night, blissfully ignorant, maybe still smelling of them… Their sweat. Their scent. Their… Bile surged, hot and acidic, scorching my throat. The expensive lace suddenly felt like a shroud. The arrow pointing down felt like a cruel joke. My gift. My bed. My sister. How. Could. They. ""He gave me the best Christmas present ever."" My sister crowed with delight. I could imagine her tenderly touching her belly. ""This is good news. I have wanted grandchildren."" Mum said, sounding excited at the news. ""What now?"" My sister asked, still playing the perfect victim. ""We get married?' My now ex-boyfriend suggested —sounds more like a question. ""What about Maxine?"" My sister asked, as if I were an inconvenience that needed to be sorted out, and now they think about me, but it didn't sound like concern. “What about her? This is about my first grandchild, and his or her safety comes first. She will have to live with it.” My mother spat, revealing that famous favoritism,
