The thought alone felt like a blade, carving through my chest over and over again.

Eric had warned me—said the longer the pregnancy went on, the harder it would be to walk away. If I was going to end it, I had to do it soon.

He even had a plan ready to go: fake a medical report, something awful—some severe birth defect—and use it to convince Gabby to terminate.

But I'd already lied to her once. Lied that I was her husband. Lied that we'd always been ...