We are almost back home, finally. This drive was the longest I’ve had since I came back. My father seems to be okay with the pregnancy now. Not so angry anymore not after I cried anyway. He must still have an opinion about it, but I have no fear about him making me give the baby up. I keep replaying the conversation between us and the doctor over in my head, looking for some answers.
Flashback
“It’s a girl.”
“How could they have thought she had a miscarriage?” my father asked her.
“I can’t know for sure, I’m only guessing now, but the baby has a very soft heartbeat, to be completely honest I’ve never heard one quit so distinct. Don’t worry, it’s a very strong beat, she’s completely healthy it’s just that her heart beats in a very soft and calming rhythm. So I think that at seven we
