“Plot against you?” she snorts, “Cami, your life was at risk, I didn't want you to bleed to death or die getting the abortion.”

“I wanted it done, you shouldn't have made decisions behind my back.” I counter.

Mirabelle raises her hands in defeat, “No, Camilla, I did what I thought was best for you.”

I shake my head, “No, you just want me to have, to ruin my life. Fine, you fucking win, I'll have this baby.”

“What?” she furrows.

“Yes,” I nod, my hand wiping the tear ...