“Look, Peter, we need to talk,” Amber said, breaking my heart in the process.

A thousand thoughts flooded my consciousness, most carried the same theme: She. Is. Breaking. Up. With. Me.

I searched her stone-cold pools of blue, trying to detect weakness, hesitation. Anything I could use to my advantage. The blue orbs were resolute. Intense. In no way sympathetic. They carried a pain I’d never experienced until this moment.

She averted my gaze, eyes darting to the ground, nervously. Then back up to eye level, piercing me yet again.

We stared at each other, two gunslingers sizing each other up before a duel. Sweat slowly traversed my brow, a drop splashing into my eye. I lost eye-contact.

That was all she needed. She smiled a twisted little smile, letting out a nervous giggle in an attempt to break the tension. But, we both knew it was no laughing matter. My heart was on parade and she possessed the dagger that would open a wound the likes of which I’d never felt before.

“I’m pregnant,” Amber finally said.