Emily Rose's Perspective:
There I was, seated in the waiting room in front of a large white door plastered with advertisements. Images of cheerful families smiled down at me from oversized posters, making me feel dizzy and disoriented. My head was spinning, my hands trembled, and a lump in my throat made swallowing difficult.
In five minutes, I was scheduled to be called into the doctor's office for the procedure. I hadn't informed Ella about it. I knew she would vehemently try to dissuade me, but I had already made up my mind. It was the most difficult decision I'd ever had to make, but it was the right one. I would endure any hardship for my babies if there was a possibility of them having a happy life. But there wasn't.
A young nurse with a polite smile called my name, and I stood up
