hrobbed painfully. I huddled under the quilt, shivering uncontrollably... so cold, so painful

or the phone under my pillow, silently calling out hi

ng.

eded to hear your voice,

call connected, and the voice on t

le, it h

throughout my body, from my head to

y, and there was b

to see a man's silhouette,

th Josh sitting by the bed. His eyes were blo

lived, who knows if you'd

whispered, feel

ht? Jack wasn't home and didn't come back a

to the house last night and the sce

orced," I

e, wanting to say something

. You need someone to take ca

ave of nausea and ru

stomach churned, and a

ave you shouldn't

ot lately. Maybe I ate something bad."

your las

to reality an

onths

test and followed the instructions and used

e for tomorrow," Josh said,

ld, but I wanted to keep it. It was our creation. If I kept t

s could be hereditary. Do you want the child to suffer like you? And you took

ed me deeply, leav

omorrow," I said, lowering my eyes

ussed my condition. It had worsened, and they sug

feeling an overwhelming sense of despair. I just wan

g room, likely informed by someone who

procedure form from my hand,

nant? Whose

anyway," I forc

hy did you abort it?

ment, Josh arrived and silently took me

l leave for me and stayed by my side, personally

from a mere colleague to a friend,

me, I accepted the treatm

sessions, half my hair was gone, and I had to wear a hat to work every day. Josh was concerne

one accidentally pulled off my wig. I covered my h