Chapter 35 - Alyson

The air leaves my lungs, and if it weren’t for Jim’s arm around me, I might have  fallen over. Mom’s eyebrows pinch together, and she tips her head looking at the images.

“Where did you get—” Mom tips her head, eyeing the photos. The blood drains from my face, and I can’t open my mouth to form the words to warn Jim.

“This has your name on it, Alyson,” she says quietly. And then it hits her. Her mouth opens, and she lets out a gasp. The ultrasound pictures fall to the table, and Dad picks them up.

It doesn’t take him long to come to the same conclusion. He stands up so fast his chair scoots out from behind him and falls over.

“You knocked up my daughter?”

A hush falls over the room, and I swear even the dogs stopped sniffing around the table to look. “Alyson,” Mom starts, still looking confused. She picks up the chair and reaches up for Dad’s wrist, pulling him back down. “What…when…are you sure?”

“Wait a minute,” Ben says, reachin