Sitting in the chair, I stare at the wall in front of me. Everything is white, bright and sterile. My body trembles slightly as I think about the child growing inside of me. I can't keep it. Not with the way things went with Owen.
I wince at the thought of him. If he knew, would he be angry? Would he kill me? Maybe he'd take the baby from me.
I shake my head. He can't take the baby after today. I'll make sure of it. He doesn't deserve another child. He doesn't deserve a piece of me.
Taking a deep breath, I look at the lady sitting behind the desk. Glancing over, she gives me a reassuring smile. For the past week, I've had myself convinced that this was the right thing to do. Not only for me, but for the baby as well. But now that I'm here, the guilt weighs down on me. How can I kill an
