They went to the roof. She was crying, snot mixed with mascara smeared all over her face, and he shuddered.
“You promised you’d leave her,” she said.
“We shouldn’t be talking about this here. We’ll discuss it at home.”
“I’m pregnant. A boy.” Her tone was leaden.
He gasped. “R-really? After all this time?” Her smudged face, so hideous a moment ago, seemed noble—they were going to have a son! “Oh, honey, I’m so happy.”
She laughed bitterly and walked away. “Too late.”
Confused, he noticed that she was moving closer to the edge. “What? Honey—be careful!”
Her toes stood on air, her expression strangely triumphant.
His paralysis broke just as she toppled with a scream. He stared at her broken body, already surrounded by bystanders. They pointed up at him, and he closed his eyes.
