I turned away, letting tears fall onto the back of my hands.
Just moments ago, I had wondered if I should keep this child.
Now, it was clear to me—he didn't deserve it.
The cold operating table made me want to run away.
But the memory of Xavier and Loretta at the hospital entrance, kissing passionately without a care in the world, filled me with a chilling resolve.
I quietly watched the anesthetic flow into my veins.
The procedure was over sooner than I expected, and within an hour, I could get out of bed on my own.
The woman in the next bed was sobbing softly, cradled gently in her husband’s arms.
I felt a pang of sorrow, remembering what it felt like to be loved and cherished.
After following the doctor's instructions and picking up my medication, I took a taxi home.
I went back to my own space.
