“Where is the father? Why isn’t he here with you?” “He doesn’t know I’m pregnant.” “Oh, Porchea…” “It was a summer fling. We shared two of the most beautiful months together. I got the final update on my diagnosis the last week I was with him. It was after the first night he made love to me. I made him wait almost the whole summer before I let him touch me, Elle. It was beautiful and perfect. Then I left the next day to fly home for an appointment and got the worse news of my life. How could we share something so beautiful and then have it clouded by something so ugly? I
