He didn’t answer, but the silence said everything.
That night, as I lay in bed alone, one hand on my belly and tears streaming down my face, I realized the truth: This was not the man I had fallen in love with. That man would have never asked me to choose between him and our child.
So I chose.
I chose the tiny heartbeat fluttering inside me. I chose life. I chose love—just not the kind Michael had offered.
