week into my

id, his voice gentle but firm. "Com

ut the window at the empty street.

ng to a hope I kn

e of nausea sent me running to the bathro

ink l

gna

d everything else. A baby. Our baby. This would fix it. Th

t, and ran out of the house. I had

him up ahead, talking on his phone on the pedestr

concrete stairs whe

somew

nto the positive pregnancy test still clutched in my hand. The box with the

solved, replaced by a

issed, her voice unrecognizable. "You

get out

was always supposed to be mine! I've worked too h

here was no mugger, you stupid bitch. I was drunk. I wrapped my car around a telephone po

y thing. All this time, all his guilt, all his r

I whispered, ta

a problem,"

slammed into my ches

the sickening scrape of my body against the rough concrete, the sh

r thought wa

om. A searing pain shot through my ab

Ethan running toward the overp

as Jessica crumpled to the ground at t

d me! She pushed me

me, lying broken and bleeding.

, reaching a hand toward

spat, his voice filled with

wailing Jessica into his arms, and rushed her toward the

r looke

closed in, I felt a wet warmth spread beneath me