I nodded silently and spooned more onto his plate.
Then I looked back at Jonah. “Do you remember that I was on birth control?” I asked, my voice tight but controlled. “Long-term birth control, Jonah. You knew that.”
“I mean, sure,” he said, his tone softening as the room’s energy shifted against him. “But accidents happen, right?”
I stared at him, suddenly seeing a stranger. Sylvia’s fork had stopped midair. Her expression wasn’t pity—it was something sharper. Concern, maybe. Or disappointment.
“You think I trapped you,” I said, my words deliberate now. “For your money, Jonah?”
I let the question hang.
“You were broke. I was the one working full-time and finishing my degree. My parents gave us a place to live. You didn’t even have a license—I drove you everywhere. We moved into a house I put the deposit on. So tell me… what exactly did I trap you for?”
His mouth opened, then closed again.
