In the end, I made up my mind to keep the baby. I called John over to my place, and that was the first time I'd looked him straight in the eye since that night everything went sideways.
He hung his head like a little kid who'd just smashed a window. None of that aggressive, domineering energy he'd had in the dark that night remained.
I told him straight that I'd have the baby, but I would never marry him, and there was no way I'd have him marry into my family.
I wasn't about to chain up a young guy's whole future just to satisfy my own selfish wants.
John broke out in a cold sweat the second he heard that, panicking so badly he could barely get his words out. He swore he really cared about me, that this wasn't just some cheap thrill for him.
But my mind was made up. This messed-up, ba
