Noctisardor Bypass fossopa

you're pregnant?
it came out as a winded question at first, the girl's jaw falling slack as she repeats it over and over in her mind. what it meant. you're pregnant, when she swallows, it feels like shards of hot glass. oh my gosh.
there were so many things that came to her at once. shock, anger, terror, dread, sympathy, love, and yet none of them boil down to the acceptance that was necessary. her eyes flutter to the curve of her mother's stomach, and she feels as if she might be sick.
the old feelings of bitterness that swam through her head as a babe make a ferocious return. this meant more mouths to feed. more siblings for her to worry for. siblings that were not even her own. and, perhaps most selfishly, this meant that dinah and ava were now to be replaced.
and then came the horrific, thunderous realization that now pounds against her chest — daddy was dead. these are not his children. there was no way.
was this not against everything they once stood for?
had daddy meant that little to her?
had god?
had she?
dinah says nothing else for a long, long time; only stares down at her feet and wishes she could disappear.