I should have known better than to get pregnant, but I thought maybe it would bring the father and me closer. When I told Trevor, he said to get an abortion. He wouldn’t help pay for it, wouldn’t even hold my hand while I waited to do that god-awful thing. I went alone, except for the baby inside me. It may sound odd, but I did love that little blob. Still, I made it die. And when I think too hard about it, my insides hurt. Trying not to cry,
