Jojo:

How could I stop? How could I turn around? When the last person I told myself I had wanted to set my eyes on was inside that room, and the son to a woman I had come to take as my second mother. How did someone even come back from that? What was I supposed to do next? What was to be my next step? This had to be some kind of cruel joke. I tried to tell myself. Why did it matter that he was here? Why did I care that he would find out I was pregnant if he saw me? He had barely given ...