“It’s not your child,” I spat, my voice cracking with fury. “It’s my body, my nightmare, my decision. You made it very clear you wanted nothing to do with me, so stay out of it.”

His gaze darkened, his voice dropping “You think I can just walk away knowing what’s at stake? My family...” He stopped, pressing his lips into a hard line. “You have no idea what this means.”

A bitter laugh broke out of me. “What it means is that you’ll drag me down even further. It means ...