She’d told Shannon and Ty, so why couldn’t she say it now? She curled her fingers around Brodie’s arm and dug them into the muscle until they ached, but he uttered no complaint. Tears threatened again, but this time, there wasn’t merely a hint of the raw emotion that had until recently been encased in dark hollowness; there was a flood waiting for the slightest c***k to form in the dam holding it back.
“I went home with him, and after he left for work, I made an appointment to have an abortion. Two weeks later… I did it. I had to walk through a crowd of protestors yelling at me that I was a baby killer and that I was going to rot in hell for what I was doing.”
“If only they’d known you were already in hell,” Brodie murmured. “I’m so sorry, lass.”
“I am, too. I wish I could say I wanted
