Alexander:
Anger didn’t come all at once.
It crept.
Slow. Toxic. Settling under my skin like a living thing.
And I found myself turning into the man that I knew I didn’t want to be around her.
“You plan to leave,” I said, my voice dangerously calm, “yet you’re willing to stay here until the baby is born. Why? You could have chosen to leave right now… why the f*****g hell would you wait and think that you can just do what you want?”
She didn’t look away. That alone was a challenge.
“Because I’m not as cruel as you are.” She said, taking a step toward me. The words hit harder than any blow.
“I won’t deny you your child,” she continued, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. “I’ll let the baby know your scent. Your presence. I won’t rob my child of their father before they
