My doctor and hospital had the password. My attorney had the proof.
Christopher sent paragraphs.
I answered once.
“A mistake was missing my refill. What you did was make plans for my child behind my back.”
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Months later, my best friend, Sasha, stood beside me while I gave birth safely.
No one argued over the name.
My attorney had the proof.
No one reached for my daughter before I did.
When the nurse placed her on my chest, I cried like I had on the bathroom floor.
Only that time, I wasn’t afraid to want her.
I named her Grace.
For 10 years, Christopher said a baby would change everything.
