I guess she figured I might change my mind again and didn’t want to make a third trip.
She handed them over, then sat beside me on the bed, a strange little smile on her face.
"Okay," I said. "What is it? What do you want?"
" Did you tell Asher about the baby? About the pregnancy?"
"Not yet," I replied, picking up the soda. "But I'm going to."
"Okay. That’s good," she said, nodding slowly.
She took a deep breath, then looked straight at me.
"Ariella, you can’t keep this baby."
"Yes, I can," I answered flatly, not missing a beat.
"Listen to me—"
"No. I don’t want to talk to you. I’m not talking to you," I snapped. "What do you want me to do? You want me to have an abortion?"
"Ariella, your father’s life and mine are at stake. The family line is at stake. You can’t seriously want
